SCENE II.—A Room in Sir Davy Dunce's House.
Enter Sir Davy Dunce.
Sir Dav. Troth, I had forgot my medal and chain, quite, and clean forgot my relic; I was forced to come up these back stairs, for fear of meeting my wife again; it is the troublesomest loving fool! I must into my closet, and write a short letter too; 'tis post-night, I had forgot that: well, I would not have my wife catch me for a guinea. [Exit.
Enter Beaugard and Lady Dunce.
Beau. Are you very certain, madam, nobody is this way? I fancy, as we entered, I saw the glimpse of something more than ordinary.
L. Dunce. Is it your care of me, or your personal fears, that make you so suspicious? Whereabouts was the apparition?
Beau. There, there, just at the very door.
L. Dunce. Fie for shame! that's Sir Davy's closet; and he, I am satisfied, is far enough off by this time. I'm sure I heard the coach drive him away. But to convince you, you shall see now: Sir Davy, Sir Davy, Sir Davy. [Knocking at the closet-door.] Look you there, you a captain, and afraid of a shadow! Come, sir, shall we call for the cards?
Beau. And what shall we play for, pretty one?
L. Dunce. E'en what you think best, sir.