Mar. Hold your peace, Mrs. Betty's in haste.
Bet. Fly, Sir, fly; old Whimsical is waked by another wretch, a Fornicator, who has liv'd past the Pleasure and the Sin. These wither'd Cuffs come on, follow'd by a monstrous Rabble, to seize the Lady.
Lady Lo. Alas, I fear.
Fast. Talk not of fear, my Love, while I am by; thou art as safe as if ten thousand Legions were thy Guard. First to the Castle I will take my way, and leave thee there secure; in the mean time my Men fall on upon his mobbish Soldiers, but spare the stubborn old Man, because he is my Father. (Exeunt.
Mar. Now there's his Duty, there's his Duty! D'ye hear that, Mr. Quarelsom!
Mr. Awd. Wondrous Duty! sets the Rabble about his Father's Ears, and bids 'em not hurt him.
Mar. Now, my Lord, and Gentlemen, and Ladies, where are the Ladies?
Mr. Prais. I have miss'd 'em a great while, Madam: But I wou'd not interrupt you to tell you of't.
Mar. Ill-bred Things! who do they expect shou'd have Patience with their dull stuff? But, as I was saying, I must beg you once again to suppose old Lord Whimsical Loveall, is attacking his Son's Castle, and beaten back: Now they are behind the Scenes; found a Storm again, three times; now we'll suppose 'em repuls'd. And from the Castle let the Trumpets and Violins join in a Tune of Victory. So, there's a Battle well over.
L. Whiff. With a very little trouble. But, Madam had not the storming the Castle been as good a Scene as the taking of Jerusalem.