Bea. Pray, Sir! I dare say neither of us were ever that way gifted.
A horrid Noise.
Gay.
Cease your Horror, cease your Haste.
And calmly as I saw you last,
Appear! Appear!
By thy Pearls and Diamond Rocks,
By thy heavy Money-Box,
By thy shining Petticoat,
That hid thy cloven Feet from Note;
By the Veil that hid thy Face,
Which else had frighten’d humane Race:
[Soft Musick ceases.
Appear, that I thy Love may see,
Appear, kind Fiends, appear to me.
A Pox of these Rascals, why come they not?
Four enter from the four corners of the Stage, to Musick that plays; they dance, and in the Dance, dance round ‘em, and kick, pinch, and beat ‘em.
Bea. Oh, enough, enough! Good Sir, lay ‘em, and I’ll pay the Musick—
Gay. I wonder at it—these Spirits are in their Nature kind, and peaceable—but you have basely injur’d some body—confess, and they will be satisfied—
Bea. Oh, good Sir, take your Cerberuses off—I do confess, the Captain here, and I have violated your Fame.
Noi. Abus’d you,—and traduc’d you,—and thus we beg your pardon—