_Val._ Is not this the same woman that took refuge in your house last night, madam? [_To_ CHRISTINA. _Chris._ The very same. _Val._ What, Mr. Ranger, we have chopped, and changed, and hid our Christinas so long and often, that at last we have drawn each of us our own? _Ran._ Mr. Valentine in England!--the truth on't is, you have juggled together, and drawn without my knowledge; but since she will have it so, she shall wear me for good and all now. [_Goes to take her by the hand._ _Lyd._ Come not near me. _Ran._ Nay, you need not be afraid I would ravish you, now I know you. _Lyd._ And yet, Leonore, I think 'tis but justice to pardon the fault I made him commit? [_Apart to_ LEONORE, RANGER _listens._ _Ran._ You consider it right, cousin; for indeed you are but merciful to yourself in it. _Lyd._ Yet, if I would be rigorous, though I made a blot, your oversight has lost the game. _Ran._ But 'twas rash woman's play, cousin, and ought not to be played again, let me tell you. _Enter_ DAPPERWIT. _Dap._ Who's there? who's there? _Ran._ Dapperwit. _Dap._ Mr. Ranger, I am glad I have met with you, for I have left my bride just now in the house at Mulberry-garden, to come and pick up some of my friends in the Park here to sup with us. _Ran._ Your bride! are you married then? where is your bride? _Dap._ Here at Mulberry-garden, I say, where you, these ladies and gentlemen, shall all be welcome, if you will afford me the honour of your company. _Ran._ With all our hearts:--but who have you married? Lucy? _Dap._ What! do you think I would marry a wench? I have married an heiress worth thirty thousand pounds, let me perish! _Vin._ An heiress worth thirty thousand pounds! _Dap._ Mr. Vincent, your servant; you here too? _Ran._ Nay, we are more of your acquaintance here, I think.--Go, we'll follow you, for if you have not dismissed your parson, perhaps we may make him more work. [_Exeunt._ SCENE VI.--_The Dining-room in Mulberry-garden House._ _Enter_ Sir SIMON ADDLEPLOT, GRIPE, Lady FLIPPANT, Mrs. MARTHA, Mrs. JOYNER, Mrs. CROSSBITE, _and_ LUCY. _Sir Sim._ 'Tis as I told you, sir, you see. _Gripe._ Oh, graceless babe! married to a wit! an idle, loitering, slandering, foul-mouthed, beggarly wit! Oh that my child should ever live to marry a wit! _Mrs. Joyn._ Indeed, your worship had better seen her fairly buried, as they say. _Mrs. Cros._ If my daughter there should have done so, I would not have given her a groat. _Gripe._ Marry a wit! _Sir Sim._ Mrs. Joyner, do not let me lose the widow too:--for if you do, (betwixt friends,) I and my small annuity are both blown up: it will follow my estate. [_Aside to_ Mrs. JOYNER. _Mrs. Joyn._ I warrant you. [_Aside._ _L. Flip._ Let us make sure of Sir Simon to-night, or--[_Aside to_ Mrs. JOYNER. _Mrs. Joyn._ You need not fear it.--[_Aside._] Like the lawyers, while my clients endeavour to cheat one another, I in justice cheat 'em both.