Fastin to his Attendants.) Guard the Orange Grove; there let Isabella remain a Prisoner, whilst I entertain the fair Clemene with a Song and Dances here.
(Italian Song by Mr. Pate.)
Mar. This Song's my own; and I think soft and moving.
L. Whiff. My slacken'd Fibres!—--My Soul's dissolv'd.
(Repeats.
Mar. Now the Grotesque Entertainment; I have mine perform'd by women, because it should differ from t'other House: if it has done em' any Injury I am sorry; but it cou'd not be hop'd, the Play must not be absolutely without Ornament. Pray take care, Gentlewomen, as we Poets are fain to do, that we may excell the Men, who first led the way.
DANCE.
After the Dance, a Drum beats.
Enter Betty.
Prais. Oh, Mrs. Betty!