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Ods bobs, I'm glad on't, Sirrah; But are you real, Bellmour? Bel. As sure as I'm no Ghost. Gay. We all can witness for him, Sir. Sir Feeb.
Enter Leticia, Bellmour, and Phillis. Sir Feeb. Hah, Ghost another Sight would make me mad indeed. Bel. Behold me, Sir, I have no Terror now. Sir Feeb. Hah who's that, Francis! my Nephew Francis? Bel. Bellmour, or Francis, chuse you which you like, and I am either. Sir Feeb. Hah, Bellmour! and no Ghost? Bel. Bellmour and not your Nephew, Sir. Sir Feeb. But art alive?
Lawful! it shall be when I've had Livery and Seisin of her Body and that shall be presently Rogue, quick besides, this Bellmour dares as well be hang'd as come into England. Bel. If he gets his Pardon, Sir Sir Feeb. Pardon! no, no, I have took care for that, for I have, you must know, got his Pardon already. Bel. How, Sir! got his Pardon, that's some amends for robbing him of his Wife. Sir Feeb.
Hum met at Guild-Hall; my Clothes, my Gown again, Francis, I'll out out! what, upon my Wedding-night? Let. For shame, Sir, shall the Reverend Council of the City debate without you? Sir Feeb.
Father, farewell if you dislike my course, Blame the old rigid Customs of your Force. SCENE II. A Bed-chamber. Enter Sir Feeble, Leticia, and Phillis. Let. Ah, Phillis! I am fainting with my Fears, Hast thou no comfort for me? Sir Feeb. Why, what art doing there fiddle fadling adod, you young Wenches are so loth to come to but when your hand's in, you have no mercy upon us poor Husbands. Let.
But one day, it was the first of the month, Mrs. Brown gave me three dollars, which was for her milk bill with Peter Bopp. That was in the morning. When I brought the milk in the evening I was to bring back the receipt. But I didn't. I just walked down to the station, bought a ticket like any one, and rode on the train back to the Home. That's the kind of a feeb I am.
Hum, who's here? My Gentlewoman she's monstrous kind of the sudden. Let. Give me your hand, my Love, my Life, my All Alas! where are you? Sir Feeb. Let. Oh, are you here? indeed you frighted me with your Silence here, take these Jewels, and let us haste away. Sir Feeb. Hum are you thereabouts, Mistress? was I sent away with a Sham-Plot for this! Let.
Sir Feeb. Ah Bel. Go not to Bed, I guard this sacred Place, And the Adulterer dies that enters here. Sir Feeb. Oh why do I shake? sure I'm a Man, what art thou? Bel. I am the wrong'd, the lost and murder'd Bellmour. Sir Feeb. O Lord! it is the same I saw last night Oh! hold thy dread Vengeance pity me, and hear me Oh! a Parson a Parson what shall I do Oh! where shall I hide my self? Bel.
Well, if no body dare venture on me, I'll send away my Cash Sir Feeb. and Gay. Sir Cau. Sir, I wish I had any thing but ready Money to stake: three hundred Pound a fine Sum! Gay. You have Moveables, Sir, Goods Commodities Sir Cau. That's all one, Sir; that's Money's worth, Sir: but if I had any thing that were worth nothing Gay.
Procure her! with all my soul, Sir; alas, you mistake my honest meaning, I scorn to be so unjust as not to see you a-bed together; and then agree as well as you can, I have done my part In order to this, Sir get but your self conveyed in a Chest to my house, with a Direction upon't for me; and for the rest Gay. I understand you. Sir Feeb. Ralph, get supper ready.
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