Isab. Undone for ever! if he sees you, I shall never see you more.
Patch. I have thought on't: Run you to your Chamber, Madam; and Sir, come you along with me, I'm certain you may easily get down from the Balcone.
Char. My Life, Adieu— Lead on, Guide.
(Exit.
Isab. Heaven preserve him.
(Exit.
SCENE Changes to the Street.
Enter Sir Jealous, with Marplot behind him.
Sir Jeal. I don't know what's the matter; but I have a strong Suspicion, all is not right within; that Fellow's sauntring about my Door, and his Tale of a Puppy, had the Face of a Lye, methought. By St. Jago, if I shou'd find a Man in the House, I'd make Mince-Meat of him—