Lod. Trust my Generosity.—Madam, your Slave. Ex. To L. Fan. gazing on her, goes out.
Sir Cred. Madam, I wou’d say something of your Charms and celestial Graces, but that all Praises are as far below you, as the Moon in her Opposition is below the Sun;—and so, luscious Lady, I am yours: Now for my Serenade—
Ex. all but L. Fan. and Maundy.
L. Fan. Maundy, have you commanded all the Servants to bed?
Maun. Yes, Madam, not a Mouse shall stir, and I have made ready the Chamber next the Garden for your Ladyship.
L. Fan. Then there needs no more but that you wait for Wittmore’s coming to the Garden-Gate, and take care no Lights be in the House for fear of Eyes.
Maun. Madam, I understand Lovers are best by dark, and shall be diligent: the Doctor has secur’d Sir Patient by a sleeping Pill, and you are only to expect your approaching Happiness.
Exeunt.
[ Scene II.] Lady Knowell’s Chamber.
Enter Lady Knowell and Leander.