Prais. Oh! this is a plain case; so while the old Cuckold was watching his Chariot, his Wife had Opportunity to make him one.
Mar. Right, right, Mr. Praisall: Now Amorous finds it move.
Amor. Ha! the Chariot moves; a Miracle is known in our Preservation.
Isab. Oh! I dye with fear!
Mar. Now she falls in a Swoon, and never wakes 'till they come into another world.
Mr. Prais. E gad, 'tis well I am not in the Chariot with her.
Mar. You may open the Door, they are out of sight.
Enter Fastin, Lady Loveall and Betty.
Fast. Where is the Hellish Pair? Let my Eyes be fasten'd on 'em, that I may look 'em dead.
Mar. Look dreadfully, sweet Mr. Powell, look dreadfully.