Enter Townley; and to her Sarsnet at the other door.
Sars. Your orders, madam, have been executed to a tittle, and I hope with success.
Town. Extremely well. Just as we could have wish'd. But I can't forgive that rascal Hugh. To turn him away would be dangerous. We will rather take the advantage of the confidence my husband has in him. Leave the husband to me, and do you discipline the footman. Such early curiosity must be crush'd in the bud. Hugh, Hugh, Hugh. [calls aloud, and rings.] What is become of the rogue?
[Townley runs in, and drags out Fossile changing his cloaths with Hugh.
Why sirrah! must one call all day for you?
[cuffs him.
Sars. This is not Hugh, madam; , got in to rob the house! thieves, thieves!
Enter Clinket, Prue with the writing-desk, and servants
Foss. St. St—no noise. Prithee, dearee, look upon me. See, see, thy own dear husband. It is I.
Town. What an unfortunate woman am I! Could not you pass one day without an intrigue? and with a cookwench too! for you could put on a livery for no other end. You wicked man.
Sars. His coldness, madam, is now no longer a mystery. Filthy monster! wer't not thou provided with my mistress as a remedy for thy rampant unchastity?
Town. Was all your indeffierence to me for this! you brute you.
[weeps.