Wit. No, there’s another Plague, I am cursedly in love elsewhere; and this was but a false Address, to hide that real one.
Lod. How, love another? in what quality and manner?
Wit. As a Man ought to love, with a good substantial Passion, without any design but that of right-down honest Injoyment.
Lod. Ay, now we understand thee, this is something. Ah Friend, I had such an Adventure last Night.—You may talk of your Intrigues and substantial Pleasures, but if any of you can match mine,—Egad, I’ll forswear Womankind.
Lean. An Adventure! prithee where?
Sir Cred. What, last Night, when you rescued me from the [Bilbo-Blades]! indeed ye look’d a little furiously.
Lod. I had reason, I was just then come out of a Garden from fighting with a Man whom I found with my Mistress; and I had at least known who’t had been, but for the coming of those Rascals that set on you, who parted us, whilst he made his escape in the Croud.
Wit. Death! that was I, who for fear of being known got away: was’t he then that I fought with, and whom I learnt lov’d Isabella? Aside.
Lod. You must know, Gentlemen, I have a sort of a matrimonial Kindness for a very pretty Woman, she whom I tell you I disturb’d in the Garden, and last night she made me an Assignation in her Chamber: when I came to the Garden-door by which I was to have admittance, I found a kind of Necessary call’d a Baudy Waiting-Woman, whom I follow’d, and thought she wou’d have conducted me to the right Woman; but I was luckily and in the dark led into a Lady’s Chamber, who took me for a Lover she expected: I found my happy mistake, and wou’d not undeceive her.
Wit. This could be none but Lucia. Aside.