Fast. In vain they think to 'scape my Rage, by thus evading it; for if the Earth holds 'em, they shall be found.
Betty. Why, where's my old Master's Conjuring Chariot, I wonder, that he alway's told us wou'd carry him to Heaven, when we little thought on't? It us'd to stand here.
L. Lov. It did so.
Betty. Perhaps they are gone to Elyzium in it.
L. Lov. No, Fool, Elyzium has no room for Lawless Lovers.
Betty. Then you must never come there, I'm sure. (aside.
Mar. That's the first ill word Betty has given her Mistress; and that was to her self too.
Fast. Let my Chariots be prepar'd, we'll leave this hated place, and in my Castle unlade our Cares. Love shall crown our Hours, and Wine and Musick rob 'em of 'em with delight.
L. Lov. Whilst I weave flowry Chaplets for your Hair,
Revels and Masks to please your Sight prepare:
Feed on your Presence, on your absence grieve,
Love you alone, for you alone I'll live.
Mar. Now quick, quick, get behind her, Mr. least she shou'd resist; the rest disarm Mr. Powell.