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for that; this may be one of Love's hieroglyphicks ; and I fancy I saw Patch's tail sweep by: that wench may be a slut, and instead of guarding my honour betray it, I'll find it out, I'm resolv'd" Who's " there?
Enter Servant. “What answer did you bring from the gentleman I “ sent you to invite?
“ Serv. That they'd all wait on you, sir, as 1 told “you before; but I suppose you forgot, sir,
“ Sir Jeal. Did I so, sir? but I sha'n't forget to “ break your head if any of them come, sir.
“ Seru. Come, sir! why, did not you send me to “ desire their company, sir?
“ Sir Jeal. But I send you now to desire their ab, sence. Say I have something extraordinary fallen
out, which calls me abroad contrary to expectation, " and ask their pardon; and, d'ye hear, send the but" ler to me. Serv. Yes, sir.
“ Enter Butler. “ Sir Jeal. If this paper has a meaning I'll find it “-Lay the cloth in my daughter's chamber, and to " bid the cook send supper thither presently. “ But. Yes, sir.--Hey-day! what's the matter now?
[Exit. “ Sir Jeal. He wants the eyes of Argus that has a
79 “ young handsome daughter in this town; but my “ comfort is I shall not be troubled long with her. “ He that pretends to rule a girl once in her teens “ had better be at sea in a storm, and would be in less “ danger;
« For let him do or counsel all he can, “ She thinks and dreams of nothing else but man.” [Ex.
ISABINDA'S chamber. ISABINDA and PATCH. Isab. Are you sure nobody saw you speak to Whisper ?
Patch. Yes, very sure, madam; but I heard sir Jealous coming down stairs, so clapt his letter into my pocket.
[Feels for the letter. Isab. A letter! give it me quickly. Patch. Bless me! what's become on't-I'm sure I
[Scarching still. Isab. Is it possible thou couldst be so careless :Oh, I'm undone for ever if it be lost.
Patch. I must have dropt it upon the stairs. But why are you so much alarm'dı if the worst happens nobody can read it, madam, nor find out whom it was design’d for.
Isab. If it falls into my father's hands the very gure of a letter will produce ill consequences. Run and look for it upon the stairs this moment.
Patch. Nay, I'm sure it can be no where else [As she is going out of the door meets the butler.] How - now, what do you want?
But. My master ordered me to lay the cloth here
Isab. Ruin'd past redemption
[Aside. Patch. You mistake, sure. What shall we do?
Isab. I thought he expected company to-nightOh, poor Charles! oh, unfortunate Isabinda! . But. I thought so too, madam ; but I suppose
he has altered his mind. [Lays the cloth, and exit.
Isab. The letter is the cause. This heedless action has undone me. Fly and fasten the closet window, which will give Charles notice to retire. Ha! my father! oh, confusion!
Enter Sir JEALOUS. Sir Jeal. Hold, hold, Patch; whither are you going i I'll have nobody stir out of the room till after supper,
Patch. Sir, I was going to reach your easy chairoh, wretched accident !
Sir Feal. I'll have nobody stir out of the room. I don't want my easy chair.
Isab. What will be the event of this ? [ Aside.
Sir Jeal. Hark ye, daughter, do you know this hand ?
Isab. As I suspected-Hand do you call it, sir 'tis some schoolboy's scrawl.
Patch. Oh, Invention! thou chambermaid's best friend, assist me! Sir Jeal. Are you sure you don't understand it?
[Patch feels in her bosom and shakes her coats. Isab. Do you understand it, sir? Sir Jeal. I wish I did.
Isab. Thank Heav'n you do not. [ Aside.] Then I know no more of it than you do, indeed, sir?
Patch. Oh Lord, O Lord! what have you done, sir ? why, the paper is mine; I dropp'd it out of my bosom,
[Snatching it from him. Sir Jeal. Ha! yours, mistress ? " Isab. What does she mean by owning it?" Patch. Yes, sir, it is. Sir Jeal. What is it? speak.
Patch. Yes, sir, it is a charm for the tooth-ache-I have worn it these seven years; 'twas given me by an angel for aught I know, when I was raving with the pain, for nobody knew from whence he came nor whither he went. He charged me never to open it, lest some dire vengeance befall me, and Heaven knows what will be the event. Oh, cruel misfortune! that I should drop it and
had not open’d it, " Isab. Excellent wench!"
[Asid. Sir Jeal. Pox of your charms and whims for me! if that be all 'tis well enough: there, there, burn it, and I warrant you no vengeance will follow. Patch. So all's right again thus far.
[dside. Isab. I would not lose Patch for the world, I'll
take courage a little. [ Aside.] Is this usage
your daughter, sir?' must my virtue and conduct be suspećted for every trifle? You immure me like some dire offender here, and deny me all the recreations which my sex enjoy, and the custom of the country, “ and modesty," allow; yet not content with that, you make my confinement more intolerable by your mistrusts and jealousies Would I were dead so I were free from this.
Sir Jeal. To-morrow rids you of this tiresome load: Don Diego Babinetto will be here, and then my care ends and his begins.
Isab. Is he come then :-Oh, how shall I avoid this hated marriage!
Enter servants with supper. Sir Jeal. Come, will you sit down ? Isab. I cann't eat, sir.
Patch. No, I dare swear he has given her supper enough. I wish I could get into the closet. [ Aside.
Sir Jeal. Well, if you cann't eat, then give me a song whilst I do.
Isab. I have such a cold I can scarce speak, sir, much less sing. How shall I prevent Charles coming in?
[Asiae. Sir Jeal. I hope you have the use of your fingers, madam. Play a tune upon your spinnet whilst your woman sings me a song.
Patch. I'm as much out of tune as my lady, if he knew all.