Mr. Awd. May be they both leapt over the Leads, and broke their Necks.
L. Whiff. That's one way; but pray lets hear the Ladies.
Mar. You must know, my Lord, at first I design'd this for Tragedy; and they were both taken; She was Poyson'd, and dy'd, like an Innocent Lamb, as she was indeed: I was studying a Death for him; once I thought Boys shou'd shoot him to Death with Pot-Guns: for your Lordship may be pleas'd to understand, Amorous had been a Soldier, tho' now he was a Steward of the Family; and that wou'd have been Disgrace enough, you know: But at length I resolv'd to ram him into a great Gun, and scatter him o're the sturdy Plain: This, I say, was my first resolve. But I consider'd, 'twould break the Lady's Heart; so there is nothing in their Parts Tragical but as your Lordship shall see miraculously I turn'd it into an Opera.
L. Whif. Your Ladyship's Wit is Almighty, and produces nothing but Wonders.
Mr. Prais. The Devil take his Lordship, he is always before hand with me, and goes so confounded high, there's no coming after him.
Mar. Your Lordship shall see what, I think, their Opera's have not yet had.
SCENE
The Leads of a Castle.
The Sun seen a little beyond: A Chariot stands upon the Leads.
Enter Isabella, follow'd by Amorous.