Sharp. What, our Patron?
Sham. Ay, Sharp, we are bound to labour in our Callings, but mum— here he comes.
Enter Sir Timothy.
Sir Tim. Come, let’s away, my Lyoness begins to roar.—You, Sharp, go seek after Bellmour, watch his Motions, and give us notice.
[Exeunt.
Flaunt. He is gone, and I believe [Betty Flauntit peeping out.] for no Goodness; I’ll after him, and watch him.
[Exit cross the Stage.
SCENE II. Lord Plotwell’s House.
Enter Lord Plotwell, Charles, Trusty, and two Servants.
Lord. In a Baudy-house, with Whores, Hectors, and Dice! Oh, that I should be so deceiv’d in Mankind, he whom I thought all Virtue and Sobriety! But go some of you immediately, and take Officers along with you, and remove his Quarters from a Baudy-house to a Prison: charge him with the Murder of his Wife.