Sir Pat. How, Mr. Fainlove mean you?
Lodwick rises and comes a little more forward, Isabella does the like, till both meet at the feet of the Bed, and start, Lodwick looking simply.
L. Fan. Ay, my dear, Mr. Fainlove.
Lod. Isabella here! must she know too what a fine inconstant Dog I am?—
Isab. Lodwick! and in my Mother’s Chamber! may I believe my Eyes!
Sir Pat. But how got he hither?—tell me that: oh Youth, Youth, to what degree of Wickedness art thou arriv’d?
L. Fan. She appointed him to come this Night, Sir, and he going to her Chamber, by mistake came into mine, it being the next to her’s.
Maun. But, Lord, Sir, had you heard how my Lady school’d him, whilst I ran down to fetch a Light!
Lod. Now does my Conscience tell me, I am a damn’d Villain.— Aside, looking pitifully on Isabella.
L. Fan. But the poor Man presently perceiv’d his mistake, and beg’d my pardon in such feeling Terms—that I vow I had not the heart to deny it him.