Gay. Till my Excess of Love betray’d the Cheat.
Sir Cau. Ay, ay, that was my Fear.
L. Ful. Away, be gone—I’ll never see you more—
Gay. You may as well forbid the Sun to shine.
Not see you more!—Heavens! I before ador’d you,
But now I rave! And with my impatient Love,
A thousand mad and wild Desires are burning!
I have discover’d now new Worlds of Charms,
And can no longer tamely love and suffer.
Sir Cau. So—I have brought an old House upon my Head,
Intail’d Cuckoldom upon my self.
L. Ful. I’ll hear no more—Sir Cautious,—where’s my Husband?
Why have you left my Honour thus unguarded?
Sir Cau. Ay, ay, she’s well enough pleas’d, I fear, for all.
Gay. Base as he is, ‘twas he expos’d this Treasure; Like silly Indians barter’d thee for Trifles.
Sir Cau. O treacherous Villain!—
L. Ful. Hah—my Husband do this?