Sir Cau. Well, I must break my Mind, if possible, to my Lady—but if she shou’d be refractory now—and make me pay Three hundred Pounds—why, sure she won’t have so little Grace—Three hundred Pounds sav’d, is three hundred pounds got—by our account—Cou’d All—
Who of this City-Privilege are free,
Hope to be paid for Cuckoldom like me;
Th’unthriving Merchant, whom gray Hair adorns,
Before all Ventures wou’d ensure his Horns;
For thus, while he but lets spare Rooms to hire,
His Wife’s cracked Credit keeps his own entire.
[Exit.
ACT V.
SCENE I. Sir Cautious his House.
Enter Bellmour alone, sad.
Bel. The Night is come, oh my Leticia!
The longing Bridegroom hastens to his Bed;
Whilst she with all the languishment of Love,
And sad Despair, casts her fair Eyes on me,
Which silently implore, I would deliver her.
But how! ay, there’s the Question—hah— [Pausing.
I’ll get my self hid in her Bed-chamber—
And something I will do—may serve us yet—
If all my Arts should fail—I’ll have recourse [Draws a dagger.
To this—and bear Leticia off by force.
—But see she comes—
Enter Lady Fulbank, Sir Cautious, Sir Feeble,
Leticia, Bearjest, Noisey, Gayman. Exit Bellmour.
Sir Feeb. Lights there, Ralph.
And my Lady’s Coach there—
[Bearjest goes to Gayman.