will stick at nothing; there's no medium in their actions. They must be bright as angels, or black as fiends. But now for my revenge; I'll kick her cully before her face, call her whore, curse the whole sex, and leave her.

[Goes in.

LUREWELL comes down with CLINCHER Senior. The Scene changes to a Dining-Room.

Lure. Oh, lord, sir, it is my husband! What will become of you?

Clin. sen. Ah, your husband! Oh, I shall be murdered! What shall I do? Where shall I run? I'll creep into an oven; I'll climb up the chimney; I'll fly; I'll swim;-I wish to the lord I were at the Jubilee now.

Lure. Cann't you think of any thing, sir?

Clin. sen. Think! not I; I never could think to any purpose in my life.

Lure. What do you want, sir?

Enter Toм ERRAND.

Err. Madam, I am looking for Sir Harry Wildair; I saw him come in here this morning; and did imagine he might be here still, if he is not gone.

Lure. A lucky hit! Here, friend, change clothes with this gentleman, quickly, strip.

Clin. sen. Ay, ay, quickly, strip: I'll give you half a crown to boot. Come here; so. [They change clothes. Lure. Now slip you [To Clin. sen.] down stairs, and

wait at the door till my husband be gone; and get you in there [To the Porter.] till I call you.

[Puts Errand in the next room.

Enter STANDARD.

Oh, sir, are you come? I wonder, sir, how you have the confidence to approach me after so base a trick? Stand. Oh, madam, all your artifices won't avail. Lure. Nay, sir, your artifices won't avail. I thought, sir, that I gave you caution enough against troubling me with Sir Harry Wildair's company when I sent his letters back by you? yet you, forsooth, must tell him where I lodged, and expose me again to his impertinent courtship!

Stand. I expose you to his courtship!

Lure. I'll lay my life you'll deny it now. Come, come, sir; a pitiful lie is as scandalous to a red coat as an oath to a black. "Did not Sir Harry himself "tell me, that he found out by you where I lodged?”

Stand. You're all lies; first, your heart is false; your eyes are double; one look belies another; and then your tongue does contradict them all-Madam, I see a little devil just now hammering out a lie in your pericranium.

Lure. As I hope for mercy, he's in the right on't. [Aside.] "Hold, sir, you have got the play-house "cant upon your tongue; and think, that wit may "privilege your railing: but I must tell you, sir, "that what is satire upon the stage, is ill manners "here."

Stand. "What is feigned upon the stage, is here in “reality real falsehood. Yes, yes, madam,”—I exposed you to the courtship of your fool Clincher, too; I hope your female wiles will impose that upon me-also

Lure. Clincher! Nay, now you're stark mad. I know no such person.

Stand. Oh, woman in perfection! not know him? 'Slife, madam, can my eyes, my piercing jealous eyes, be so deluded? Nay, madam, my nose could not mistake him; for I smelt the fop by his pulvilio from the balcony down to the street.

Lure. The balcony! Ha, ha, ha! the balcony! I'll be hanged but he has mistaken Sir Harry Wildair's footman with a new French livery for a beau.

Stand. 'Sdeath, madam, what is there in me that looks like a cully! Did not I see him ?

Lure. No, no, you could not see him; you're dreaming, colonel. Will you believe your eyes, now that I have rubbed them open ?-Here, you friend.

Enter ERRAND in CLINCHER Senior's Clothes. Stand. This is illusion all; my eyes conspire against themselves. 'Tis legerdemain.

Lure. Legerdemain! Is that all your acknowledgment for your rude behaviour ?-Oh, what a curse is it to love as I do!" But don't presume too far, sir, " on my affection: for such ungenerous usage will "soon return my tired heart."-Begone, sir, [To the Porter.] to your impertinent master, and tell him I

shall never be at leisure to receive any of his troublesome visits.-Send to me to know when I should be at home!" Begonė, sir."-I am sure he has made me an unfortunate woman. [Weeps. Stand. Nay, then there is no certainty in nature; and truth is only falsehood well disguised.

Lure. Sir, had not I owned my fond, foolish passion, I should not have been subject to such unjust suspicions: but it is an ungrateful return. [Weeping.

Stand. "Now, where are all my firm resolves? I "will believe her just. My passion raised my jea"lousy; then why mayn't love be as blind in finding "faults, as in excusing them "--I hope, madam, you'll pardon me, since jealousy, that magnified my suspicion, is as much the effect of love, as my easiness in being satisfied.

Lure. Easiness in being satisfied! "You men have got an insolent way of extorting pardon, by per"sisting in your faults." No, no, sir; cherish your suspicions, and feed upon your jealousy: 'tis fit meat for your squeamish stomach.

With me all women should this rule pursue:

Who think us false, should never find us true.

[Exit in a rage.

Enter CLINCHER Senior in the Porter's Clothes.

Clin. sen. Well, intriguing is the prettiest, pleasantest thing for a man of my parts.-- How shall we laugh at the husband when he is gone --How sillily he looks! He's in labour of horns already,--Tu

make a colonel a cuckold! 'Twill be rare news for

the alderman.

Stand. All this Sir Harry has occasioned; but he's brave, and will afford me a just revenge.-Oh, this is the porter I sent the challenge by-Well, sir, have you found him?

Clin. sen. What the devil does he mean now ?

Stand. Have you given Sir Harry the note, fellow ? Clin. sen. The note! what note ?

Stand. The letter, blockhead, which I sent by you to Sir Harry Wildair; have you seen him?

Clin. sen. Oh, lord, what shall I say now? Seen him? Yes, sir-No, sir.-I have, sir-I have not, sir. Stand. The fellow's mad. Answer me directly, sirrah, or I'll break your head.

Clin. sen. I know Sir Harry very well, sir; but as to the note, sir, I cann't remember a word on't: truth is, I have a very bad memory.

Stand. Oh, sir, I'll quicken your memory.

[Strikes him. Clin. sen. Zauns, sir, hold!-I did give him the

note.

Stand. And what answer?

Clin. sen. I mean, I did not give him the note.

Stand. What, d'ye banter, rascal ?

[Strikes him again.

Clin. sen. Hold, sir, hold! He did send an answer.

Stand. What was't, villain?

Clin. sen. Why, truly, sir, I have forgot it: I told you that I had a very treacherous memory.