Bea. Well, Sir, remember you have promised to grant me my diabolical Request, in shewing me the Devil—
Gay. I will not fail you, Sir.
L. Ful. Madam, your Servant; I hope you’ll see no more Ghosts, Sir Feeble.
Sir Feeb. No more of that, I beseech you, Madam: Prithee, Sir Cautious, take away your Wife—Madam, your Servant— [All go out after the Light. —Come, Lette, Lette; hasten, Rogue, hasten to thy Chamber; away, here be the young Wenches coming— [Puts her out, he goes out.
Enter Diana, puts on her Hood and Scarf.
Dia. So—they are gone to Bed; and now for Bredwel —the Coach waits, and I’ll take this opportunity.
Father, farewell—if you dislike my course,
Blame the old rigid Customs of your Force.
[Goes out.
SCENE II. A Bed-chamber.
Enter Sir Feeble, Leticia, and Phillis.