Sir H. 'Faith, we made but a broken voyage by your chart; but now I am bound for another port: I told you the colonel was my rival.
Vizard. The colonel—curs'd misfortune! another. [Aside.
Sir H. But the civilest in the world; he brought me word where my mistress lodges. The story's too long to tell you now, for I must fly.
Vizard. What, have you given over all thoughts of Angelica?
Sir H. No, no; I'll think of her some other time. But now for the Lady Lurewell. Wit and beauty calls.
| That mistress ne'er can pall her lover's joys, |
| Whose wit can whet, whene'er her beauty cloys. |
| Her little amorous frauds all truths excel, |
| And make us happy, being deceived so well. |
| [Exit. |
Vizard. The colonel my rival too!——How shall I manage? There is but one way——him and the knight will I set a tilting, where one cuts t'other's throat, and the survivor's hanged: so there will be two rivals pretty decently disposed of. [Exit.
SCENE IV.
Lady Lurewell's Lodgings.
Enter Lady Lurewell and Parly.
Lady L. Has my servant brought me the money from my merchant?