Dres. Well, we have bound all within hearing in their Beds, e’er they cou’d alarm their Fellows by crying out.
Wild. ‘Tis well; come, follow me, like a kind Midnight-Ghost, I will conduct ye to the rich buried Heaps—this Door leads to my Uncle’s Apartment; I know each secret Nook conscious of Treasure.
[All go in, leaving Jervice bound on the Stage.
Enter Sensure running half undressed, as from Sir Timothy’s Chamber, with his Velvet-Coat on her Shoulders.
Sen. Help, help! Murder! Murder!
[Dres. Lab. and others pursue her.
Dres. What have we here, a Female bolted from Mr. Alderman’s Bed?
[Holding a Lanthorn to his Face.
Sen. Ah, mercy, Sir, alas, I am a Virgin.
Dres. A Virgin! Gad and that may be, for any great Miracles the old Gentleman can do.
Sen. Do! alas, Sir, I am none of the Wicked.
Dres. That’s well—The sanctify’d Jilt professes Innocence, yet has the Badge of her Occupation about her Neck. [Pulls off the Coat.