Sir Pat. Hah, so young a Baud!—Tell me, Minion—private meeting! tell me truth, I charge ye, when? where? how? and how often? Oh, she’s debauch’d!—her Reputation ruin’d, and she’ll need a double Portion. Come, tell me truth, for this [little] Finger here has told me all.
Fan. Oh Geminy, Sir, then that little Finger’s the hougesest great Lyer as ever was.
Sir Pat. Huzzy, huzzy—I will have thee whip’d most unmercifully: Nurse, fetch me the Rod.
Fan. Oh, pardon me, Sir, this one time, and I’ll tell all. Kneels.
—Sir—I have seen him in the Garden, but not very often.
Sir Pat. Often! Oh, my Family’s dishonoured. Tell me truly what he us’d to do there, or I will have thee whipt without cessation. Oh, I’m in a cold Sweat; there’s my fine Maid, was he with her long?
Fan. Long enough.
Sir Pat. Long enough!—oh, ’tis so, long enough,—for what, hah? my dainty Miss, tell me, and didst thou leave ’em?
Fan. They us’d to send me to gather Flowers to make Nosegays, Sir.
Sir Pat. Ah, Demonstration; ’tis evident if they were left alone that they were naught, I know’t.—And where were they the while? in the close Arbour?—Ay, ay—I will have it cut down, it is the Pent-house of Iniquity, the very Coverlid of Sin.