Doct. [Below.]—My Key—The Key of my Laboratory. Why, Knave Scaramouch, where are you?
Ela. Do you hear that, Sir?—Oh, I’m undone! Where shall I hide you?—He approaches. [She searches where to hide him. Ha! my Cousin’s Closet’s open,—step in a little. [He goes in, she puts out the Candle.
Enter the Doctor. She gets round the Chamber to the Door, and as he advances in, she steals out.
Doct. Here I must have dropt it; a Light, a Light there.
Enter Cinthio, from the Closet, pulls Charmante out, they not knowing each other.
Cin. Oh, this perfidious Woman! No marvel she was so surpriz’d and angry at my Approach to Night.
Cha. Who can this be?—but I’ll be prepar’d.
[Lays his Hand on his Sword.
Doct. Why, Scaramouch, Knave, a Light! [Turns to the Door to call.
Enter Scaramouch with a Light, and seeing the two Lovers there, runs against his Master, puts out the Candle, and flings him down and falls over him. At the entrance of the Candle, Charmante slipt from Cinthio into the Closet. Cinthio gropes to find him; when Mopsophil and Elaria, hearing a great Noise, enter with a Light. Cinthio _finding he was discovered falls to acting a Mad-man, _Scaramouch helps up the Doctor, and bows.
Ha,—a Man,—and in my House,—Oh dire Misfortune!
—Who are you, Sir?