Fra. Most excellent Madam, how?
La. Ile not engage Your visit to my chamber, since the first Prov'd so unfortunate, but come to youres.
Fra. This night? wonot your husband be at home.
La. Yes.
Fra. You enjoy but one bed.
La. Without witchcraft, sir,
I have a stratageme to delude my husband
And all his jealous waking eyes, a plott
That cannot faile if you dare but expect me.
Fra. I grow immortall with my hopes and fancie
More than the worlds most pretious Empire in
Our first embrace. I should runne back into
An Infant once agen, and by degrees
And tyme grow up to meet so vast a happines.
Ages in expectation spent were poore
And easy sufferings weigh'd against this triumph!
Methinkes I am not man but something of
A more exalted essence: humane nature
Hath not capacity to understand
And owne theis spatious blessings.
La. No more rapture;
But with the confidence of a lover spread
Your equall thoughts, and in your heart and armes
Prepare an entertainement for that guest
That hath no life or name but what you give.
A kisse! and leave our soules to thinke upon
The joyes this night attend us.
Fra. Sullen day, Do not tire now; tis downehill all the way.
[Exeunt severally.