[ Scene VII.] Changes to Lady Fancy’s Bed-chamber, discovers her as before; Lodwick as just risen in Disorder from the Bed, buttoning himself, and setting himself in order; and Noise at the Door of unlatching it.
Enter Isabella groping, Sir Patient without.
L. Fan. It is this Door that open’d, and which I thought I had secur’d.
Sir Pat. [Within.] Oh, insupportable, abominable, and not to be indur’d!
Isab. Hah, my Father! I’m discover’d and pursu’d,—grant me to find the Bed.
L. Fan. Heavens! ’twas my Husband’s Voice, sure we’re betray’d. It must be so, for what Devil but that of Jealousy cou’d raise him at this late hour?
Isab. Hah, where am I, and who is’t that speaks— To her self.
Lod. So, he must know that I have made a Cuckold of him. Aside.
Sir Pat. [Within.] Call up my Men, the Coachman, Groom, and Butler, the Footmen, Cook, and Gardiner; bid ’em all rise and arm, with long Staff, Spade and Pitchfork, and sally out upon the Wicked.
Lod. S’heart! what a Death shall I die:—is there no place of safety hereabouts—for there is no resisting these unmerciful Weapons.