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Your Ladyship wou'd make no Scruple of it, if you knew how this poor Gentleman has been us'd by my unmerciful Master. L. Ful. I have a Key already to his Counting-House; it being lost, he had another made, and this I found and kept. Bred. Madam, this is an excellent time for't, my Master being gone to give my Sister Leticia at Church. L. Ful.
Madam, a Gentleman and a Lady below in a Coach knockt me up, and say they must speak with your Ladyship. L. Ful. Who can it be, at this odd time of neither Night nor Day? Enter Leticia, Bellmour, and Phillis. Let. Sir Cau. So, here's another sad Catastrophe! L. Ful. Hah does Bellmour live? is't possible? Believe me, Sir, you ever had my Wishes; And shall not fail of my Protection now. Bel.
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?
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.
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.
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
Leticia Bredwel. Bel. Bredwel I have heard of her, she was Mistress Ral. To fine Mr. Bel. How! hang'd? Ral. Hang'd, Sir, hang'd at the Hague in Holland. Gay. I heard some such News, but did not credit it. Bel. For what, said they, was he hang'd? Ral. Why, e'en for High Treason, Sir, he killed one of their Kings. Gay. Holland's a Commonwealth, and is not rul'd by Kings. Ral.
You banter me but in plain English, tell me, What made you here thus early, Entring yon House with such Authority? Gay. Why, your Mistress Leticia, your contracted Wife, is this Morning to be married to old Sir Feeble Fainwou'd, induc'd to't I suppose by the great Jointure he makes her, and the improbability of your ever gaining your Pardon for your high Duel Do I speak English now, Sir? Bel.
Hah! said he Leticia? Sure, I shall turn to Marble at this News: I harden, and cold Damps pass through my senseless Pores. Hah, who's here? Enter Gayman wrapt in his Cloke. Gay. Bel. Death and the Devil the Bridegroom! Gay. Hah! what art thou that durst forbid me Entrance? Stand off. Bel. Gayman! Gay. My dearest Bellmour! Bel. Oh thou false Friend, thou treacherous base Deceiver! Gay.
Rise then, and let the God of Day, When thou dost to the Lover yield, Behold more Treasure given away Than he in his vast Circle e'er beheld. Bel. Hah, Phillis, Leticia's Woman! Ging. Fie, Mrs. Phillis, do you take us for Fiddlers that play for Hire? I came to compliment Mrs. Leticia on her Wedding-Morning because she is my Scholar. Phil. She sends it only to drink her Health. Ging. Musick. Bel.
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