Marpl. What will you choak me for my Kindness?—will my Enquiring Soul never leave Searching into other Peoples Affairs, till it gets squeez'd out of my Body? I dare not follow him now, for my Blood, he's in such a Passion— I'll to Miranda; if I can discover ought that may oblige Sir George, it may be a means to Reconcile me agen to Charles.
(Exit.
Enter Sir Jealous and Servants.
Sir Jeal. Are you sure you have search'd every where?
Serv. Yes, from the Top of the House to the Bottom.
Sir Jeal. Under the Beds, and over the Beds?
Serv. Yes, and in them too, but found no Body, Sir.
Sir Jeal. Why, what cou'd this Rogue mean?
Enter Isabinda and Patch.
Patch. Take Courage, Madam, I saw him safe out.