(Exit.
L. Whiff. 'Tis very amazing!
L. Whim. Why, Fastin, stare you thus? Is her wickedness such News? Go, bear her off, and let her die alone.
La. Lov. Do, convey me hence; for not gaping Pipes of burning Sulphur, nor grinning hideous Fiends, can jerk my Soul like that old Husband. Fogh! how he stinks! Set him a fire with all his Chymistry about him, see how he'll blaze on his own Spirits.
Fast. Rage not; it wastes thy precious Life.
Mr. Awd. Then he loves her still.
Mar. Yes; what, you think him hot and cold in a quarter of an hour?
La. Lov. Fastin, farewel. Oh! thou only Youth, whom I can truly say I lov'd, for thee I'd run this mad Risque agen; for thee I die. Away, away! and let me do the work of Children in the dark. (Exit led off.
L. Whim. Where's my Chariot? my Chariot of the Sun, Slaves! who has remov'd it? if it jogg'd but a Hair awry, may set me backwards ten tedious Years. But it is gone! where can it be? (Runs up and down to look it.
Fast. Defeated Love! approaching Shame! Remorse and deathless Infamy! they crowd one Breast too much: Here's to give 'em vent. (Stabs himself.