Ber. O Heav'ns! I'm almost frighted out of my Wits. I thought verily I had seen a Ghost, and 'twas nothing but the white Curtain, with a black Hood pinn'd up against it; you may be gone again, I am the fearfullest Fool.—
[Exit Maid.
Re-enter Loveless.
Lov. Is the Coast clear?
Ber. The Coast clear! I suppose you are clear, you'd never play such a Trick as this else.
Lov. I am very well pleas'd with my Trick thus far, and shall be so till I have play'd it out, if it ben't your Fault: where's my Wife?
Ber. At Cards.
Lov. With whom?
Ber. With Worthy.