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Lady Squ. Oh secure that deformed monster, that rebel of mine : fellows, take care of him, and keep him up till I talk with him, and make him sensible of his enormities.

Clum. Slaves avaunt! if my lady will have it so, I'll walk soberly into the garden, and consider of what is past. To love is a pleasure, &c.

[Ex, Clum. Mrs. Good. Lettice ! Let. Madam. Mrs. Good. Is Mr. Truman come? Let. He'll be here presently, madam.

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Enter Page, with a Letter.

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Page. A letter for your ladyship. Mrs. Good. Who brought it? Page. A porter brought it to the door, madam: but said he had no orders to stay for an answer. [Ex. Page.

Mrs. Good. A woman's hand ! (Reads.) “Mr. Goodvile's journey out of town is but

a pretence: he is jealous of you and Mr. Truman; you “ will find him anon returned, in hopes to surprize you " together. Though he has trusted me with the secret, “and obliged me to assist him in it; yet I would en" deavour by this discovery to persuade you that I am your real servant,

Victoria.” “ Postscript. Beware of 'Malagene, for he's appointed a spy to betray you.”

This is generously done, Victoria, and I'll study to deserve it of thee: now, if I plague not this wise jealous husband of mine, let all wives curse me, and cuckolds laugh at me! Fiddles lead in ! Mr. Caper and Mr. Saunter, pray wait on my lady, and entertain her a little: I'll follow you presently.

Lady Squ. Come, Mr. Caper, will you walk ?
Cap. A coranto, madam?

Lady Squ. Ay, ten thousand, ten thousand : Mr. Saunter, I would be always near you too! Oh for a

grove now, and a purling brook with that delightful charming voice of your's! come let us walk, and study which way to divert ourselves.

Cap. Allons ! for love and pleasure: by these bandsSaunt. By those eyes

Lady Squ. Oh no more! no more: I shall be lost in happiness.

[Exeunt. Mrs. Good. So, this concert of fools shall be the chorus to my farce; now all the malice, ill-nature, falshood and hypocrisy of my sex inspire me. Lettice! see Camilla be sent for instantly, she shall join with me in my revenge; she has reason; Mr. Valentine, I suppose, will be here with Mr. Truman.

Enter TRUMAN.

Tru. And, think you, madam, he durst not answer a fair lady's challenge without a second ?

Mrs. Good. You would pretend, I'll warrant you, to be very stout. You hectors in love, are as arrant cheats as hectors in fighting, that bluster, rant, and make a noise for the present; but when they come to the business, prove arrant dastards, and good for nothing.

Trú. But, madanr, you should find I dare do something, would you but be civil and stand your ground.

Mrs. Good. What think you though of a cut-throat husband now behind the hangings ? what would become of you then?

Tru. Whilst I have such beauty on my side, nothing can hurt me.

Mrs. Good. Then, sir, prepare yourself; Mr. Goodvile is really jealous, and mistrusts all or more than has past between us. His journey out of town was but a pretençe, but we shall see him instantly in expectation to catch us together.

Tru. Fear him not, madam; these moles that work under ground are as blind as they are busy: let him rụn on in his dull jealousy, whilst we still find new windings out, and lose him in the maze.

Mrs. Good. Then if you wish to preserve me your's, join with me to-day in my design, which is, if possible, to make bim mad, work him up to the height of furious suspicion, and at that moment, when he thinks bis jealousy most just, baffle him out of it: and let the world know how dull a tool a husband is, compared with that triumphant thing a wife, and her guardian angel lover.

Tru. But Mr. Goodvile, madam, has wit, and so good an opinion of it too-

Mrs. Good. 'Tis that shall be his ruin: were he a fool, he were not worth the trouble of deceiving.

Tru. Dear jewel of my soul ! proceed then and prosper.

But what must be my part ? Mrs. Good. To secure Malagene. That ill-natured villain has betrayed us, and is appointed by Goodvile chief instrument in the discovery. He has cowardice enough to sell his soul to buy off a beating: he never told truth enough to be believed once so long as he lives. Get him but in your power, and he shall own more villanies than ever were in his thoughts to commit, or the necessity of our affair can invent to put upon him.

Tru. And I'll be sure of him, or may I never taste those lips again, but be condemned to cast mistresses in the side-box at the play-house; or, what is worse, take up with a sempstress, and drudge for cuffs and cravats.

Enter MALAGENE.

Mrs. Good. Here he comes.
Tru. Oli monsieur Malagene, welcome!
Mal. Jack Truman, your liumble servant.

Tru. Whither so fast, I beseech you, sir? a word with you, a word with you.

Mal. Why, can I do any thing for thee? Hast thou any business for me? Pr’ythee what is it?

Tru, Sir, you must lie for me.
Mal. Ha, ha, ha! Is that all?
Tru. Nay, sir, you must.
Mal. Any thing in a civil way, or so, Jack; but

nothing upon compulsion, lad: pr’ythee, let me do nothing upon compulsion, pr’ythee now.

Tru. Then, sir, to be brief, this is the business : Goodvile I hear has been informed by you of what past in the garden last night: bow durst you be so impudent as to pry into any secrets, where I was concerned?

Mal. Why look you, Jack, curiosity you know, and a natural inclination which I have

Tru. To pimping.

Mal. Confound me, Jack, thou art much in the right: I believe thou art a witch. I knew as well, man:Tru. What did

you

know? Mal. Why, I knew thee to be an arch-wag, and an honest fellow: ah rogue, prythee kiss me: the rogne's out of humour.

Tru. No, sir ; I dare vot use you so like a friend; you must deserve it better first.

Mal. Look you, Jack, the truth of the business is, I am bespoke: but the love I bave to see the business go forward may persuade me to much.

Tru. Then presently resolve entirely to disown and abjure all the intelligence you gave Goodvile, or promise to yourself that wherever next I meet you, I'll cut your throat on the spot.

Mal. But hark you, Jack, how shall I come off with the business ? I shall be kicked and used very scurvily : for the truth is, I did tell

Tru. What did you tell ?

Mal. Why, I told him, you kuave-I won't tell, you little cunning cur-I told him all, man.

Tru, All, sir ?

Mal. Ay, hang me like a dog, all. But, madam, you must pardon me, there was not a word of it true.

Tru. And what do you think to do with yourself?

Mal. Do ? why I'll deny it all again man, every word of it, as impudently as ever I at first affirmed it: may be he'll kick me, and beat me, and use me like a

dog, man--that's nothing, nothing at all, man, I do not value it this. [Pulls out a Jews' trump, and plays.

Tru. And this, sir, you'll stand to?

Mal. If I do not, hang me up for a sign at a bawdyhouse door: in the mean time I'll retire and peruse a young lanıpoon, which I am lately the happy father of.

Tru. Nay, sir, you are not to stir from me.

Enter LETTICE.

Let. Oh madam, shift for yourself. Madam Victoria sent me to tell you that my master is returned, and that be pretends to come a masquerader.

Mal. Well, since it must be so, I'll deny all indeed ; what an excellent fellow might I have been ! some men now with

my stock of honesty, and a little more gravity, would have made a fortune. Well, I have been a lazy rogue; and never knew till now that I was fit for business.

Mrs. Good. Mr. Goodvile in masquerade, say you?

Let. Yes, madam, and two women with him; madam, they are just now alighted.

Mrs. Good. Women with him! nay then he comes triumphantly indeed. Mr. Truman, do you retire with Malagene. I'll stay here, and receive this Machiavel in disguise. Now, once more let ine invoke all the arts of affectation, all the revenge, the counterfeit passions, pretended love, pretended jealousy, pretended rage, and, in sum, the very genius of my sex to my assistance.

Enter GOODVILE and others, masked.

So! here they come; now this throw for all my future peace. Who waits there?

Enter Servants.

Good. Madam, you'll excuse this freedom.
Mrs. Good. You oblige me by using it: let all the

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