[Knocking at the Door.
[Scaramouch having placed them all in the Hanging, in which they make the Figures, where they stand without Motion in Postures, he comes out. He opens the Door with a Candle in his Hand.
Enter the Doctor and Peter with a Light.
Scar. Bless me, Sir! Is it you—or your Ghost?
Doct. ‘Twere good for you, Sir, if I were a thing of Air; but as I am a substantial Mortal, I will lay it on as substantially— [Canes him. He cries.
Scar. What d’ye mean, Sir? what d’ye mean?
Doct. Sirrah, must I stand waiting your Leisure, while you are roguing here? I will reward ye. [Beats him.
Scar. Ay, and I shall deserve it richly, Sir, when you know all.
Doct. I guess all, Sirrah, and I heard all, and you shall be rewarded for all. Where have you hid the Fiddles, you Rogue?
Scar. Fiddles, Sir!