Ging. Come, Lads, let’s to the Tavern then— [Ex. Musick.
Bel. Hah! said he Leticia? Sure, I shall turn to Marble at this News: I harden, and cold Damps pass through my senseless Pores.—Hah, who’s here?
Enter Gayman wrapt in his Cloke.
Gay. ‘Tis yet too early, but my Soul’s impatient, And I must see Leticia. [Goes to the door.
Bel. Death and the Devil—the Bridegroom! Stay, Sir, by Heaven, you pass not this way. [Goes to the door as he is knocking, pushes him away, and draws.
Gay. Hah! what art thou that durst forbid me Entrance?—Stand off.
[They fight a little, and closing view each other.
Bel. Gayman!
Gay. My dearest Bellmour!
Bel. Oh thou false Friend, thou treacherous base Deceiver!