I’ll to the Gipsy, though I venture banging,
To be undeceiv’d, ‘tis hardly worth the hanging.
[Exeunt.
SCENE III. The Chamber of Bellemante.
Enter Scaramouch groping.
Scar. So, I have got rid of my Rival, and shall here get an Opportunity to speak with Mopsophil; for hither she must come anon, to lay the young Lady’s Night-things in order; I’ll hide my self in some Corner till she come. [Goes on to the further side of the Stage.
Enter Harlequin groping.
Har. So, I made my Rival believe I was gone, and hid my self till I got this Opportunity to steal to Mopsophil’s Apartment, which must be hereabouts; for from these Windows she us’d to entertain my Love. [Advances.
Scar. Ha, I hear a soft Tread,—if it were Mopsophil’s, she wou’d not come by dark.
[Harlequin advancing runs against a Table, and almost
strikes himself backwards.
Har. What was that?—a Table, there I may obscure my self. [Groping for the Table. What a Devil, is it vanish’d?