Beau. Hah, more caterwauling?
Enter Lucia in haste.
Luc. Oh, Madam, we’re undone; and, Sir, for Heaven’s sake do you retire.
Beau. What’s the matter?
Luc. Oh you have brought the most villainous mad Friend with you—he found me sitting on a Bank—and did so ruffle me.
Aria. Death, she takes Beaumond for the Stranger, and will ruin me.
Luc. Nay, made love so loud, that my Lord your Father-in-law, who was in his Cabinet, heard us from the Orange-Grove, and has sent to search the Garden—and should he find a Stranger with you—do but you retire, Sir, and all’s well yet. [To Beaumond.
Aria. The Devil’s in her Tongue. [Aside.
Luc. For if Mr. Beaumond be in the House, we shall have the Devil to do with his Jealousy.
Aria. So, there ’tis out.