Sir Sig.—They’re entering, what shall I do?—hah—here’s a Corner; defend me from a Chimney.
[Creeps to the Corner of the Window, and feels a space between Tick’s Legs and the Corner; creeps in, and stands up just behind Tickletext. Enter Gal. leading Laura; Sab. with Lights just after ‘em; Jul. Oct. Mor. and Crap.
Oct. Just in the happy Minute!
Gal. I’ve sworn by every God, by every Power divine, to marry thee, and save thee from the Tyranny of a forc’d Contract.—Nay, Gad, if I lose a fine Wench for want of Oaths this bout, the Devil’s in me.
Oct. What think ye now, Sir?
Jul. Damnation on her, set my Rage at Liberty, That I may kill ‘em both.
[Mor. holds him.
Mor. I see no cause for that, she may be virtuous yet.
Oct. Do ye think as such to pass her off on me, Or that I’ll bear the Infamy of your Family? No, I scorn her now, but can revenge my Honour on a Rival.
Mor. Nay, then I’ll see fair Play,—turn and defend thy Life. [Goes to Gal. who turns.