_Sir Jol._ In troth, and joy go with him! _L. Dunce._ Do you then, Sir Jolly, conduct the captain hither, whilst I go and dispose of the family, that we may be private. [_Exeunt._ [Illustration] SCENE II.--_A Room in_ Sir DAVY DUNCE'S _House_. _Enter_ Sir DAVY DUNCE. _Sir Dav._ Troth, I had forgot my medal and chain, quite, and clean forgot my relic; I was forced to come up these back stairs, for fear of meeting my wife again; it is the troublesomest loving fool! I must into my closet, and write a short letter too; 'tis post-night, I had forgot that: well, I would not have my wife catch me for a guinea. [_Exit._ _Enter_ BEAUGARD _and_ Lady DUNCE. _Beau._ Are you very certain, madam, nobody is this way? I fancy, as we entered, I saw the glimpse of something more than ordinary. _L. Dunce._ Is it your care of me, or your personal fears, that make you so suspicious? Whereabouts was the apparition? _Beau._ There, there, just at the very door. _L. Dunce._ Fie for shame! that's Sir Davy's closet; and he, I am satisfied, is far enough off by this time. I'm sure I heard the coach drive him away. But to convince you, you shall see now: Sir Davy, Sir Davy, Sir Davy. [_Knocking at the closet-door._] Look you there, you a captain, and afraid of a shadow! Come, sir, shall we call for the cards? _Beau._ And what shall we play for, pretty one? _L. Dunce._ E'en what you think best, sir. _Beau._ Silver kisses, or golden joys? Come, let us make stakes a little. _Enter_ Sir JOLLY JUMBLE, _unobserved_. _Sir Jol._ Ah rogue, ah rogue! are you there? Have I caught you in faith, now, now, now? [_Aside._ _L. Dunce._ And who shall keep them? _Beau._ You, till Sir Davy returns from supper. _L. Dunce._ That may be long enough; for our engine Fourbin has orders not to give him over suddenly, I assure you. _Beau._ And is't to yourself, then, I'm obliged for this blest opportunity? Let us improve it to love's best advantage. _Sir Jol._ Ah--ah! [_Aside._ _Beau._ Let's vow eternal, and raise our thoughts to expectation of immortal pleasures: in one another's eyes let's read our joys, till we've no longer power o'er our desires, drunk with this dissolving. Oh! _Re-enter_ Sir _Davy Dunce from his closet_. _L. Dunce._ Ah! [_Squeaks._ _Beau._ By this light, the cuckold! Presto, nay, then halloo! [_Gets up, and runs away._ _Sir Dav._ O Lord, a man--a man in my wife's chamber! Murder! murder! Thieves! thieves! shut up my doors! Madam! madam! madam!