Pet. Give me your Hand, I’ll lead you a back-pair of stairs through the Garden.
Tick. Oh, any way to save my Reputation—oh—
Gal. Let me but once more grasp thee, and thou shalt find more safety in the Devil’s Clutches: none but my Mistress serve ye! [Gropes out after him.
[Pet. with Tick, running over the Stage, Gal. after ‘em, with the Crevat and Perriwig in one Hand, his Pistol in t’other.
Enter Philippa with a Light.
Phil. Mercy upon us! what’s the matter? what Noise is this—hah, a Pistol! what can this mean?
[A Pistol goes off.
Enter Sir Signal running.
Sir Sig. Oh, save me, gentle Devil, save me, the stairs are fortify’d with Cannons and double Culverins; I’m pursu’d by a whole Regiment of arm’d Men! here’s Gold, Gold in abundance, save me.—
Phil. What Cannons? what armed Men?