Enter Summerfield leading Arabella.
But see here’s your Bride.
Bon. And her beloved Adulterer with her! Death and Damnation, must I stand still and see this?
Mer. Hey day! what the Matter now?
Ara. Bonvile here with Clara! Alas too true I find what before I scarce dar’d to think was so. Is Bonvile then a Traitor, and false to Arabella?
[Aside.
Cla. Madam, at last I’ve found the pretious Jewel that you so long have sought in vain.
[To Arab.
Ara. Wear it your self Madam, I lost it, and it must be mine no more.
Cla. What means this sudden Alteration?
Mer. Ods bodikins, as you say, what does she mean? Are ye both mad, heh?
Sum. Sir, I’m come to pay my Respects to you, and humbly beg a farther Knowledg of——.