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Enter Lady Fulbank, Gayman fine, gently pulling her back by the hand; and Ralph meets 'em. L. Ful. How now, Ralph Let your Lady know I am come to wait on her. Gay. Oh, why this needless Visit Your Husband's safe, at least till Evening safe. Why will you not go back, And give me one soft hour, though to torment me? L. Ful. You are at leisure now, I thank you, Sir.
Bredwel gives her a Letter. Lady Fulbank reads. Did my Julia know how I languish in this cruel Separation, she would afford me her pity, and write oftner. If only the Expectation of two thousand a year kept me from you, ah!
The longing Bridegroom hastens to his Bed; Whilst she with all the languishment of Love, And sad Despair, casts her fair Eyes on me, Which silently implore, I would deliver her. To this and bear Leticia off by force. But see she comes Enter Lady Fulbank, Sir Cautious, Sir Feeble, Leticia, Bearjest, Noisey, Gayman. Exit Bellmour. Sir Feeb. Lights there, Ralph. And my Lady's Coach there Bea.
Oh, swear a-new, Give me again thy Faith, thy Vows, thy Soul; For mine's so sick with this Day's fatal Business, It needs a Cordial of that mighty strength; Swear swear, so as if thou break'st Thou mayst be any thing but damn'd, Leticia. Let. Bel. Enter Sir Feeble, L. Fulbank, Sir Cautious. Sir Feeb. Lette, Lette, Lette, where are you, little Rogue, Lette? Hah hum what's here
You know my Julia play'd me e'en such another Prank as your false one is going to play you, and married old Sir Cautious Fulbank here i'th' City; at which you know I storm'd, and rav'd, and swore, as thou wo't now, and to as little purpose. There was but one way left, and that was cuckolding him. Bel. Well, that Design I left thee hot upon. Gay.
The conduct of the amour between Lady Fulbank and Gayman, founded as it is on Shirley's The Lady of Pleasure, has nothing in common with Otway's intrigue between Beaugard and Portia The Atheist which owes itself to Scarron's novel, The Invisible Mistress. p. 222 the Gad-Bee's in his Quonundrum. Gad-Bee, vide supra. Quonundrum or Conundrum. A whim; crotchet; maggot; conceit.
Sure my good Angel, or my Genius, In pity of my Love, and of Leticia But see Leticia comes, but still attended Enter Leticia, Lady Fulbank, Diana. L. Ful. I was sick to know with what Christian Patience you bore the Martyrdom of this Night. Let. As those condemn'd bear the last Hour of Life. Dia. Let. And so do I, I fear he has undone me Dia. And me, in breaking of his word with Bredwel L. Ful.
That night he causes himself to be conveyed to Sir Cautious' house in a chest and Sir Cautious leads him to Lady Fulbank in bed, she supposing him to be her husband. Meanwhile Sir Feeble being with Leticia is about to enter her bed when from behind the curtains Bellmour appears unmasqued, dressed in a torn and blood-stained shirt and brandishing a dagger. Sir Feeble flies in terror.
Enter Gayman with his Hat and Money in't, Sir Cautious in a rage, Sir Feeble, Lady Fulbank, Leticia, Captain Noisey, Bellmour. Sir Cau. A hundred Pound lost already! Oh Coxcomb, old Coxcomb, and a wise Coxcomb to turn Prodigal at my Years, why, I was bewitcht! Sir Feeb. Shaw, 'twas a Frolick, Sir, I have lost a hundred Pound as well as you.
So, that young Gentleman has nettled him, stung him to the quick: I hope he'll chain her up the Gad-Bee's in his Quonundrum in Charity I'll relieve him Come, my Lady Fulbank, the Night grows old upon our hands; to dancing, to jiggiting Come, shall I lead your Ladyship? L. Ful. Sir Cau. Ay, no doubt on't, a Pox on him for a young handsome Dog. Sir Feeb.
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