L. Gal. Be gone, or you will ruin me for ever. [In disorder.
Wild. Nay, then I will obey.
L. Gal. Here, down the back-stairs—
As you have Honour, go and cherish mine.
[Pulling him. He goes out.
—He’s gone, and now nethinks the shivering Fit of
Honour is return’d.
Enter Sir Charles, rudely pushing Closet aside with Sir
Anthony.
Sir. Char. Deny’d an entrance! nay, then there is a Rival in the Case, or so; and I’m resolv’d to discover the Hellish Plot, d’ye see.
[Just as he enters drunk at one Door,
Wild. returns at the other.
L. Gal. Ha, Wilding return’d! Shield me, ye Shades of Night.
[Puts out the Candles, and goes to Wild.
Wild. The Back-Stairs Door is lockt.
L. Gal. Oh, I am lost! curse on this fatal Night!
Art thou resolv’d on my undoing every way.
Clos. Nay, now we’re by dark, let me alone to guide you. Sir.
[To Wild.