Patch. Pray Madam, take it a little lower, I cannot reach that Note—nor any Note I fear.
Isab. Well, begin— Oh! Patch we shall be discover'd.
Patch. I sink with the Apprehension, Madam,—humph, humph—
(Sings)(Charles pulls open the Closet Door.
Char. Musick and Singing
'Tis thus the bright Coelestial Court above,
Beguiles the Hours with Musick and with Love.
Death! her Father there, (The Women shriek) then I must fly—
(Exit into the Closet)
(Sir Jealous rises up hastily, seeing Charles slip back into the Closet.
Sir Jeal. Hell and Furies, a Man in the Closet—