Bea. Let the Captain and I alone to top upon him—mean time, Sir, I have brought my Musick, to entertain my Mistress with a Song.
Sir Feeb. Take your own methods, Sir—they are at leisure—while we go drink their Healths within. Adod, I long for night, we are not half in kelter, this damn’d Ghost will not out of my Head yet.
[Exeunt all but Bellmour.
Bel. Hah—a Ghost! what can he mean? A Ghost, and Bellmour’s!
—Sure my good Angel, or my Genius,
In pity of my Love, and of Leticia—
But see Leticia comes, but still attended—
Enter Leticia, Lady Fulbank, Diana.
—Remember—oh, remember to be true?
[Aside to her, passing by goes out.
L. Ful. I was sick to know with what Christian Patience you bore the
Martyrdom of this Night.
Let. As those condemn’d bear the last Hour of Life. A short Reprieve I had—and by a kind Mistake, Diana only was my Bedfellow— [Weeps.
Dia. And I wish for your Repose you ne’er had seen my Father. [Weeps.
Let. And so do I, I fear he has undone me—