[Exeunt.
ACT IV.
SCENE I. _Sir Feeble’s House_.
Enter Lady Fulbank, Gayman fine, gently pulling her back by the hand; and Ralph meets ‘em.
L. Ful. How now, Ralph—Let your Lady know I am come to wait on her.
[_Exit _Ralph.
Gay. Oh, why this needless Visit—
Your Husband’s safe, at least till Evening safe.
Why will you not go back,
And give me one soft hour, though to torment me?
L. Ful. You are at leisure now, I thank you, Sir.
Last Night when I with all Love’s Rhetorick pleaded,
And Heaven knows what last Night might have produced,
You were engag’d! False Man, I do believe it,
And I am satisfied you love me not.
[Walks away in scorn.
Gay. Not love you!
Why do I waste my Youth in vain pursuit,
Neglecting Interest, and despising Power?
Unheeding and despising other Beauties.
Why at your feet are all my Fortunes laid,
And why does all my Fate depend on you?
L. Ful. I’ll not consider why you play the Fool,
Present me Rings and Bracelets; why pursue me;
Why watch whole Nights before my senseless Door,
And take such Pains to shew your self a Coxcomb.