[Townley opens the chest: Plotwell, who was cover'd with a gown and petticoat, gets out.]
Town. Never was any thing so lucky. The doctor is just this minute gone to a patient.
Plot. I tempt dangers enough in your service. I am almost crippled in this chest-adventure. Oh my knees! Prithee, my dear, lead me to a bed where I may strech myself out.
[Leading her off.
Enter Sarsnet.
Sars. Oh madam! yonder is the doctor in deep discourse with Underplot: I fear he has dogg'd me, and betray'd us. The are both coming back together.
[Exit Sarsnet.
Plot. I'll shrink snug into my shell again.
Town. That he may directly pop upon you. The trunk will be the first place he will examine, have you no presence of mind? You sit for an intrigue!
Plot. What shall I do?
Town. Fear not, you shall be [invisible i th is very] spot.
Plot. What do you mean? he's just at the door. You intend to discover me.