L. Gal. Oh, press me not—yet you may come at Midnight under my
Chamber-Window.
[Sir Char. sees ‘em so close, comes to ‘em.
Sir Char. Hold, Sir, hold! Whilst I am listning to the Relation of your French Fortifications, Outworks, and Counterscarps, I perceive the Enemy in my Quarters—My Lord, by your leave. [Puts him by, growing drunk.
Char. Persuade me not; I burst with Jealousy.
[Wild. turns, sees Clacket.
Wild. Death and the Devil, Clacket! then ‘tis Charlot, and I’m discover’d to her.
Char. Say, are you not a false dissembling thing?
[To Wild. in anger.
Wild. What, my little Northern Lass translated into English!
This ‘tis to practise Art in spite of Nature.
Alas, thy Vertue, Youth, and Innocence,
Were never made for Cunning,
I found ye out through all your forc’d disguise.
Char. Hah, did you know me then?
Wild. At the first glance, and found you knew me too, And talkt to yonder Lady in revenge, Whom my Uncle would have me marry. But to avoid all Discourses of that nature, I came to Night in this Disguise you see, to be conceal’d from her; that’s all.
Char. And is that all, on Honour? Is it, Dear?