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Fly be gone depart, vanish for ever from her to some more safe and innocent Apartment. Sir Feeb. Oh, that's very hard! Let. Blest be this kind Release, and yet methinks it grieves me to consider how the poor old Man is frighted. Bel. He's gone, and lock'd himself into his Chamber And now, my dear Leticia, let us fly
For had they come to plundering once, they wou'd have begun with the rich Aldermen's Wives, you know, Sir. Sir Feeb. Ads bobs, and so they would but there was no Arms, nor Mutiny where's Francis? Bel. Here, Sir. Sir Feeb.
Sir Feeb. I see my Folly and my Age's Dotage and find the Devil was in me yet spare my Age ah! spare me to repent. Bel. If thou repent'st, renounce her, fly her sight; Shun her bewitching Charms, as thou wou'dst Hell, Those dark eternal Mansions of the dead Whither I must descend. Sir Feeb. Oh wou'd he were gone! Bel.
Will you not speak? will you not answer me? do you repent already? before Enjoyment are you cold and false? Sir Feeb. Hum, before Enjoyment that must be me. Let. What means my Dear? shall we not haste away? Sir Feeb. Haste away! there 'tis again No 'tis not me she means: what, at your Tricks and Intrigues already? Yes, yes, I am destin'd a Cuckold Let. Say, am I not your Wife? can you deny me?
Sir Feeb. Christnings and Gossipings! why, they are the very Schools that debauch our Wives, as Dancing-Schools do our Daughters. Sir Cau. Ay, when the overjoy'd good Man invites 'em all against that time Twelve-month: Oh, he's a dear Man, cries one I must marry, cries another, here's a Man indeed my Husband God help him Sir Feeb. Sir Cau.
L. Ful. Sir Feeble Fainwou'd! rise, are you both mad? Sir Cau. No, no, Madam, we have seen the Devil. Sir Feeb. Ay, and he was as tall as the Monument. Sir Cau. With Eyes like a Beacon and a Mouth, Heaven bless us, like London Bridge at a full Tide. Sir Feeb. Ay, and roar'd as loud. L. Ful. Idle Fancies, what makes you from your Bed? and you, Sir, from your Bride? Enter Dick with Sack. Sir Feeb.
Divorce her flie her, quick depart be gone, she'll cuckold thee and still she'll cuckold thee. Sir Cau. Ay, Brother, but whose fault was that? Why, are not you married? Sir Feeb. Mum no words on't, unless you'll have the Ghost about your Ears; part with your Wife, I say, or else the Devil will part ye. L. Ful. Pray go to Bed, Sir. Sir Feeb.
You see, she went off and got married, and she didn't tell me about it. I guess being married ain't what it's cracked up to be. Dr. Anglin and his wife used to fight. I've seen them. And once I heard her call him a feeb. Now nobody has a right to call anybody a feeb that ain't. Dr. Anglin got awful mad when she called him that. But he didn't last long.
Now, my Leticia, if thou e'er didst Love, If ever thou design'st to make me blest Without delay fly this adulterous Bed. Sir Feeb. Bel. I must be gone, lest he suspect us I'll lose him, and return to thee immediately get thy self ready. Let. I will not fail, my Love. Old Man forgive me thou the Aggressor art, Who rudely forc'd the Hand without the Heart.
But what dost think I did? being damnably in love I feign'd a Letter as from the Hague, wherein was a Relation of this same Bellmour's being hang'd. Bel. Is't possible, Sir, you cou'd devise such News? Sir Feeb. Possible, Man!
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