Lucy. Come, Gentlemen, I'll end the Strife.
[Unmasks.
Wor. Lucy! Take her.
Brazen. The Devil take me if I do Huzza! [Fires his Pistol.] D'ye hear, d'ye hear, you plaguy Harrydan, how those Bullets whistle, suppose they had been lodg'd in my Gizzard now!
Lucy. Pray, Sir, pardon me.
Brazen. I can't tell, Child, till I know whether my Money be safe, [Searching his Pockets.] Yes, yes, I do pardon you; but if I had you in the Rose Tavern, Covent-Garden, with three or four hearty Rakes, and three or four smart Napkins, I wou'd tell you another Story, my Dear.
[Exit.
Wor. And was Melinda privy to this?
Lucy. No, Sir, she wrote her Name upon a piece of Paper at the Fortune-tellers last Night, which I put in my Pocket, and so writ above it to the Captain.
Wor. And how came Melinda's Journey put off?