[Scene III.] A Garden.
Enter Maundy by dark: Opens the Garden-Door.
Maun. Now am I return’d to my old Trade again, fetch and carry my Lady’s Lovers; I was afraid when she had been married, these Night-works wou’d have ended; but to say truth, there’s a Conscience to be used in all things, and there’s no reason she should languish with an old Man when a Young Man may be had.—The Door opens, he’s come.—
Enter Lodwick.
I see you’re a punctual Lover, Sir, pray follow me as softly as you can.
Lod. This is some one whom I perceive Isabella has made the Confident to our Amours.
Exeunt.
[ Scene IV.] Draws off, and discovers L. Fancy in her Night-gown, in a Chamber as by the dark.
L. Fan. Oh, the agreeable Confusion of a Lover high with expectation of the approaching Bliss! What Tremblings between Joy and Fear possess me? All my whole Soul is taken up with Wittmore; I’ve no Ideas, no Thoughts but of Wittmore, and sure my Tongue can speak no other Language, but his Name.—Who’s there?
Enter Maundy leading Lodwick.