sk first;
you are fain to whistle before the Dogs will fetch and carry, and then
too they approach by stealth: and having done the Drudgery, the
submissive Curs are turn'd out for fear of dirtying your Apartment,
or that the Mungrils should scandalize ye; whilst all my Lovers of the
noble kind throng to adore and fill my Presence daily, gay as if each
were triumphing for Victory.

_Aria._ Ay this is something; what a poor sneaking thing an honest Woman
is!

_La Nu._ And if we chance to love still, there's a difference, your
Hours of Love are like the Deeds of Darkness, and mine like cheerful
Birds in open Day.

_Aria._ You may, you have no Honour to lose.

_La Nu._ Or if I had, why should I double the Sin by Hypocrisy?

[_Lucia_ squeaks within, crying, help, help.

_Aria._ Heavens, that's _Lucia's_ Voice.

_Beau._ Hah, more caterwauling?

Enter _Lucia_ in haste.

_Luc._ Oh, Madam, we're undone; and, Sir, for Heaven's sake do you
retire.

_Beau._ What's the matter?

_Luc._ Oh you have brought the most villainous mad Friend with you-- he
found me sitting on a Bank-- and did so ruffle me.

_Aria._ Death, she takes _Beaumond_ for the Stranger, and will ruin me.

_Luc._ Nay, made love so loud, that my Lord your Father-in-law, who was
in his Cabinet, heard us from the Orange-Grove, and has sent to search
the Garden-- and should he find a Stranger with you-- do but you retire,
Sir, and all's well yet.
[To _Beaumond_.

_Aria._ The Devil's in her Tongue. [Aside.

_Luc._ For if Mr. _Beaumond_ be in the House, we shall have the Devil to
do with his Jealousy.

_Aria._ So, there 'tis out.

_Beau._ She takes me for another-- I am jilted every where-- what
Friend?-- I brought none with me.-- Madam, do you retire--
[To _La Nuche_.

_La Nu._ Glad of my Freedom too-- [Goes out.
[A clashing of Swords within. Enter _Willm._ fighting, prest back
by three or four Men, and _Abevile_, _Aria._ and _Luc._ run out.

_Beau._ Hah, set on by odds; hold, tho thou be'st my Rival, I will free
thee, on condition thou wilt meet me to morrow morning in the Piazza by
day break.
[Puts himself between their Swords, and speaks to _Will._ Aside.

_Will._ By Heaven I'll do it.

_Beau._ Retire in safety then, you have your pass.

_Abev._ Fall on, fall on, the number is increas'd. [Fall on Beau.

_Beau._ Rascals, do you not know me?
[Falls in with 'em and beats them back, and goes out with