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Changes to Sir JEALOUS TRAFFICK's house.

Enter Sir JEALOUS, ISABINDA, and Patch following.

Sir Jeal. What, in the balcony again, notwithstanding my positive commands to the contrary ? —Why don't

you write a bill on your forehead to shew passengers there's something to be let?

Isab. What harm can there be in a little fresh air,

sir ?

Sir Jeal. Is your constitution so hot, mistress, that it wants cooling, ha? Apply the virtuous Spanish rules; banish your taste and thoughts of flesh, feed upon roots, and quench your thirst with water.

Isab. That and a close room wou'd certainly make me die of the vapours.

Sir Jeal. No, mistress, 'tis your high-fed, lusty, rambling, rampant ladies—that are troubled with the vapours: 'tis

your ratafia, persico, cinnamon, cit., tron, and spirit of clara, cause such swimming in the brain, that carries many a guinea full tide to the doctor: but you are not to be bred this way: no gallop-. ing abroad, no receiving visits at home, for in our loose country the wonien are as dangerous, as the


Patch. So I told her, sir, and that it was not decent to be seen in a balconybut she threatned to slan

my chops, and told me I was her servant, not her go.


Sir Jeal. Did she so ? but.I'll make her to know that you are her duenna. Oh that incomparable custom of Spain! Why, here's no depending upon old women in my country—for they are as wanton at eighty as a girl of eighteen, and a man may as safely trust to Asgil's translation as to his great grandmo. ther's not marrying again.

Isab. Or to the Spanish ladies' veils and duennas for the safeguard of their honour.

Sir Jeal. Dare to ridicule the cautious conduct of that wise nation, and I'll have you lock'd up this fortnight without a peep-hole.

Isab. If we had but the ghostly helps in England which they have in Spain, I might deceive you


you did Sir, 'tis not the restraint, but the innate prin“ciple, secures the reputation and honour of our sex."

-Let me tell you, sir, confinement sharpens the in. vention, as want of sight strengthen the other senses, and is often more pernicious than the recreation that innocent liberty allows.

Sir Jeal. Say you so, mistress! who the devil taught you the art of reasoning? I assure you they must have a greater faith than I pretend to, that can think any woman innocent who requires liberty; therefore Patch, to your charge I give her; lock her up till I come back from Change. I shall have some sauntering coxcomb, with nothing but a red coat and a feather, think by leaping into her arms to leap into my estate—but I'll prevent them; she shall be only signior Babinetto's.

Patch. Really, sir, I wish you would employ any body else in this affair; I lead a life like a dog with obeying your commands. Come, madam, will you please to be locked up?

Isab. Ay, to enjoy more freedom than he is aware of. Aside.]

[Exit with Patch. Sir Jeal. I believe this wench is very true to my interest: I am happy I met with her, if I can but keep my daughter from being blown upon till Signior Babinetto arrives, who shall marry her as soon as he comes, and carry her to Spain as soon as he has marbried her. She has a pregnant wit, and I'd no more have her an English wife than the Grand Signior's mistress.


Enter WHISPER, Whisp. So, I saw Sir Jealous go out: where shall I find Mrs. Patch now?


Enter PATCH. Patch. Oh, Mr. Whisper! my lady saw you out of the window, and order'd me to bid you fly and let · your master know she's now alone.

Whisp. Hush! speak softly! I go, I go! But hark ye, Mrs. Patch, shall not you and I have a little confabulation, when my master and your lady are engag'd?

Patch. Ay, ay; farewell. [Goes in and shuts the door.

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Re-enter Sir Jealous TRAFFICK, meeting WHISPER.

Sir Jeal. Sure, whilst I was talking with Mr. Trade. well, I heard my door clap. (Sceing Whisper.] Ha! a man lurking about my house! Who do you want there, sir?

Whisp. Want-want; a pox! Sir Jealous! What must I say now?

Sir Jeal. Ay, want! Have you a letter or message for any body there --O'my conscience this is some he-bawd

Whisp. Letter or message, sir ?
Sir Jeal. Ay, letter or message, sir ?
Whisp. No, not I, sir.

Sir Jeal. Sirrah, sirrah! I'll have you set in the stocks if you don't tell your business immediately, .

Whisp. Nay, sir, my business—is no great matter of business neither, and yet 'tis business of consequence too.

Sir Jeal. Sirrah, don't trife with me.
Whisp. Trifle, sir ! have you found him, sir?
Sir Jeal. Found what, you rascal ?

Whisp. Why, Trifle is the very lapdog my lady lost, sir; I fancy'd I saw him run into this house. 'n glad you have him-Sir; my lady will be overjoy'd that I have found him.

Sir Jeal. Who is your lady, friend?
Whisp. My lady Lovepuppy, sir.
Sir Jeal. My lady Lovepuppy, sir! then prythe
arry thyself to her, for I know of no other when

that belongs to her; and let me catch you no more puppy-hunting about my doors, lest I have you prest A into the service, sirrah,

Whisp. By no means, sir-Your humble servant. I must watch whether he goes or no before I can tell my master.

[Exit. Sir Jeal. This fellow has the officious leer of a pimp, and I half suspect a design; but I'll be upon them be* fore they think on me, I warrant 'em. [Exit.


CHẠkles's lodgings. Enter CHARLES and MARPLOT.

Cha. Honest Marplot! I thank thee for this supply. I expect my lawyer with a thousand pounds I have ordered him to take up, and then you shall be repaid.

Mar. Pho, phol no more of that. Here comes sir George Airy,

Enter Sir GEORGE. cursedly out of humour at his disappointment. See I how he looks I ha, ha, ha! -

Sir Geo. Ah, Charles! I am so humbled in my pretensions to plots upon women, that I believe I shall never have courage enough to attempt a chambermaid again- I'll tell theca

Cha. Ha, hal l'll spare you the relation by telling you-Impatient to know your business with my fa

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