Dress. A Pox of Nights, Sir, think of this and the Day to come: which I perceive you were too well employ’d to remember.
Wild. The Day to come! Death, who cou’d be so dull in such dear Joys, To think of Time to come, or ought beyond ‘em! And had I not been interrupted by Charles Meriwill, who, getting drunk, had Courage enough to venture on an untimely Visit, I’d had no more power of returning, than committing Treason: But that conjugal Lover, who will needs be my Cuckold, made me then give him way, that he might give it me another time, and so unseen I got off. But come—my Disguise. [Dresses.
Dres. All’s still and hush, as if Nature meant to favour our Design.
Wild. ‘Tis well: and hark ye, my Friends, I’ll prescribe ye no Bounds, nor Moderation; for I have consider’d, if we modestly take nothing but the Writings,’.will be easy to suspect the Thief.
Fop. Right; and since ‘tis for the securing our Necks, ‘tis lawful Prize—Sirrah, leave the Portmantle here. [Exeunt as into the House.
After a small time, Enter Jervice undres’d, crying out, pursued by some of the Thieves.
Jer. Murder, Murder! Thieves, Murder!
Enter Wilding with his Sword drawn.
Wild. A plague upon his Throat; set a Gag in’s Mouth and bind him, though he be my Uncle’s chief Pimp—so—
[They bind and gag him.
Enter Dresswell, and Laboir.