Sir Jeal. I wou'd she were in her Grave. Where are you, Sirrah, Villain, Robber of my Honour; I'll pull you out of your Nest.
(Goes into the Closet.
Patch. You'l be mistaken, old Gentleman, the Bird is flown.
Isab. I'm glad I have 'scap'd so well. I was almost dead in earnest with the Fright.
Re-enter Sir Jealous out of the Closet.
Sir Jeal. Whoever the Dog were he has escap'd out of the Window, for the Sash is up. But tho' he is got out of my Reach, you are not: And first Mrs. Pandor, with your Charms for Tooth-ach, get out of my House, go, troop; yet hold, stay, I'll see you out of my Doors my self, but I'll secure your Charge e'er I go.
Isab. What do you mean, Sir? Was she not a Creature of your own providing?
Sir Jeal. She was of the Devil's providing for ought I know.
Patch. What have I done, Sir to merit your Displeasure?
Sir Jeal. I don't know which of you have done it; but you shall both suffer for it, till I can discover whose Guilt it is: Go get in there, I'll move you from this side of the House (Pushes Isabinda in at the other Door, and locks it; puts the Key in his Pocket.) I'll keep the Key my self: I'll try what Ghost will get into that Room. And now forsooth I'll wait on you down Stairs.