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Cha. 'Adsheart! can you shut me into no cupboard, nor ram me into a chest, ha?
Patch. Impossible, sir, he searches every hole in the house.
Isab. Undone for ever! if he sees you I shall never = see you more.
Patch. I have thought on it: run you to your chamber, madam ; and, sir, come you along with me; I'm certain you may easily get down from the balcony. Cha. My life! adieu-Lead on, guide.
[Exeunt Patch and Charles, Isab. Heav'n preserve him!
Changes to the street. Enter Sir JEALOUS, with Mar
Plot behind him. Sir Feal. I don't know what's the matter, but I have a strong suspicion all is not right within ; that fellow's sauntering about my door, and his tale of a puppy, had the face of a lie, methought. By St. Iago, if I should find a man in the house i'd make mince meat of him
Mar. Mince meat! Ah, poor Charles ! how I sweat for thee! Egad he's old I fancy I might bully him, and make Charles have an opinion of my courage. Egad I'll pluck up, and have a touch with him.
Sir Jeal. My own key shall let me in ; l'll give them no warning.
[Feeling for his key. Mar. What's that you say, sir? (Going up to sir Jeal. Sir Jeal. What's that to you, sir?
[Turns quick upon him. Mar. Yes, 'tis to me, sir, for the gentleman you threaten is a very honest gentleman. Look to't, for if he comes not as safe out of your house as he went in.
Sir Jeal. What is he in, then?
Mar. Yes sir, he is then ; and I say if he does not come out I have half a dozen myrmidons hard by shall beat your house about your ears.
Sir Jeal. Ah! a combination to undo me~I'll myrmidon you, ye dog you-Thieves! thieves !
[Beats Marplot all the while he cries thieves. Mar. Murder, murder! I was not in your house, sir.
Enter servant. Serv. What's the matter, sir?
Sir Jeal. The matter, rascall you have let a man into my house, but I'll Alea him alive. Follow me ; I'll not leave a mousehole unsearch'd. If I find him, by St. Iago I'll equip him for the opera.
Mar. A deuce of his cane! there's no trusting to age-What shall I do to relieve Charles ? egad I'll raise the neighbourhood.- -Murder ! murder![Charles drops down upon him from the balcony.] Charles! faith I'm glad to see thee safe out with all my heart!
Cha. A pox of your bawling! how the devil came you
here? Mar. Egad it's very well for you that I was here; I
have done you a piece of service: I told the old thunderbolt that the gentleman that was gone in wasm
Cha. Was it you that told him, sir ? [Laying hold of him.] 'Sdeath! I could crush thee into atoms.
[Exit Charles. Mar. What! will you choke
my kindness? Will my inquiring soul never leave searching into other people's affairs till it gets squeez'd out of my body? I dare not follow him now for my blood, he's in such a passion.-I'll to Miranda ; if I can discover aught that may oblige sir George, it may be a means to reconcile me again to Charles.
Sir Jeal. within.] Look about ! search! find him out ! Mar. Oh, the devil! there's old Crabstick again. [Ex:
Enter Sir JEALOUS and his servants. Sir Jeal. Are you sure you have search'd every where ?
Serv. Yes, from the top of the house to the bottom.
Enter ISABINDA and PATCH. Patch. Take courage, madam, I saw him safe out.
[ Aside to Isab. Isab. Bless me! what's the matter, sir?
Sir Jeal. You know best-Pray where's the man that was here just now?
Isab. What man, sir? I saw none.
Patch. Nor 1, by the trust you repose in me. Do you think I wou'd let a man come within these doors when you are absent?
Sir Feat. Ah, Patch ! she may be too cunning for thy honesty: the very scout that he had set to give warning discovered it to me and threatened me with half-a-dozen myrmidons
--but I think I maul'd the villain. These afflictions you draw upon me, mistress!
Isab. Pardon me, sir, 'tis your own ridiculous humour draws you into these vexations, and gives every fool pretence to banter you.
Sir Jeal. No, 'tis your idle conduct, your coquettish flirtinginto the balcony-Oh! with what joy shall I resign thee into the arms of Don Diego Babinetto! Isab. And with what industry shall I avoid him.
[ Aside. Sir Jeal. Certainly that rogue had a message from somebody or other, but being baulk'd by my coming popp'd that sham upon me. Come along ye sots, let's see if we can find the dog again. Patch, lock her up, d'ye hear :
Patch. Yes, sir-Ay, walk till your heels ache, you'll find nobody I promise you.
Isab. Who could that scout be which he talks of
Patch. Nay, I cann't imagine without it was Whisper.
Isab. Well, dear Patch! let's employ all our thoughts how to escape this horrid Don Diego; my very
heart sinks at his terrible name.
Patch. Fear not, madam; Don Carlo shall be the man, or I'll lose the reputation of contriving, and then what's a chambermaid good for?
“ Isab. Say'st thou so, my girl ? then
Sir FRANCIS Gripe's house. Enter Sir FRANCIS and
MIRANDA meeting. Miran. Well, Gardy, how did I perform the dumb scene ? .
Sir Fran. To admiration-Thou dear little rogue ! let me buss thee for it: nay, adad I will, Chargy, so 3 muzzle, and tuzzle, and hug thee; I will, i'faith I
[Hugging and kissing her. Miran. Nay, Gardy, don't be so lavish.
Who would ride post when the journey lasts for life?
Sir Fran. Ah wag, ah wag! I'll buss thee again for that. Oh, I'm transported! When, when, my dear! wilt thou convince the world of the happy day? when | shall we marry, ha ?
Miran. There's nothing wanting but your consent, sir Francis.