Sir Char. What, what, all in darkness? Do you make
Love like Cats, by Star-light? [Reeling about.
L. Gal. Ah, he knows he’s here!—Oh, what a pain is Guilt!
[Aside.
Wild. I wou’d not be surpriz’d.
[As Closet takes him to lead him out, he takes out his Sword, and by dark pushes by Sir Charles, and almost overthrows Sir Anth. at which they both draw, whilst he goes out with Closet.
Sir Char. Hah, Gad, ‘twas a Spark!—What, vanisht! hah—
Sir Anth. Nay, nay, Sir, I am for ye.
Sir Char. Are you so, Sir? and I am for the Widow, Sir, and—
[Just as they are passing at each other, Closet enters with a Candle.
Hah, why, what have we here?—my nown Flesh and Blood?
[Embracing his Uncle.
Sir Anth. Cry mercy, Sir! Pray, how fell we out?