Sir Anth. Harkye, Mrs. Closet I thought I had entirely engag’d you this
Evening.
Clos. I am perfectly yours, Sir; but how it happens so, her Mother being there—Yet if you wou’d withdraw for half an hour, into my Chamber, till she were gone—
Sir Anth. This is the Reason, Charles. Here, here’s two Pieces to buy thee a Gorget. [Gives her Money.
Sir Char. And here’s my two, because thou art industrious. [Gives her Money, and they go out with her.
Enter Lady Galliard in rage, held by Wilding.
L. Gal. What have I done? Ah, whither shall I fly? [Weeps.
Wild. Why all these Tears? Ah, why this cruel Passion?
L. Gal. Undone, undone! Unhand me, false, forsworn;
Be gone, and let me rage till I am dead.
What shou’d I do with guilty Life about me?
Wild. Why, where’s the harm of what we two have done?
L. Gal. Ah, leave me—
Leave me alone to sigh to flying Winds,
That the Infection may be borne aloft,
And reach no human Ear.