Sir Cau. No—I’ll never rise again—Alas! Madam, I was merely drawn in; I only thought to sport a Dye or so: I had only an innocent design to have discover’d whether this Gentleman had stoln my Gold, that so I might have hang’d him—
Gay. A very innocent Design indeed!
Sir Cau. Ay, Sir, that’s all, as I’m an honest man.—
L. Ful. I’ve sworn, nor are the Stars more fix’d than I.
Enter Servant.
Serv. How! my Lady and his Worship up?—Madam, a Gentleman and a Lady below in a Coach knockt me up, and say they must speak with your Ladyship.
L. Ful. This is strange!—bring them up— [Exit Servant.
Who can it be, at this odd time of neither Night nor Day?
Enter Leticia, Bellmour, and Phillis.
Let. Madam, your Virtue, Charity and Friendship to me, has made me trespass on you for my Life’s security, and beg you will protect me, and my Husband— [Points at Bellmour.
Sir Cau. So, here’s another sad Catastrophe!