Isab. A Man’s Voice!
L. Fan. I know of none, nor how to prevent your [Discovery].
Sir Pat. [Within.] Oh, oh, lead me forward, I’ll lie here on the Garden-side, out of the hearing of this Hellish Noise.
L. Fan. Hah, Noise!—what means he?
Lod. Nay, I know not, is there no escaping?—
Isab. Who can they be that talk thus? sure I have mistook my Chamber.
L. Fan. Oh, he’s coming in—I’m ruin’d; what shall we do? here—get into the Bed—and cover your self with the Clothes—quickly—oh, my Confusion will betray me.
Lodwick gets into the Bed, Isabella hides behind the Curtain very near to him.
Enter Sir Patient, led by Nurse and Maundy, with Lights.
Maun. Pray go back, Sir, my poor Lady will be frighted out of her Wits at this danger you put your self into, the Noise shall be still’d.