hift for my self, seize all her Money and
Jewels, of which I have the Keys; and if Seignior Mountebank keeps his
Word, be transform'd to Youth and Beauty again, and undo this _La Nuche_
at her own Trade--
[Goes in.

SCENE II. _The Street._

Enter _Willmore_, _Beaumond_, Chair following.

_Will._ Set down the Chair; you're now within call, I'll to the
Garden-Door, and see if any Lady Bright appear-- Dear _Beaumond_, stay
here a minute, and if I find occasion, I'll give you the Word.

_Beau._ 'Tis hard by my Lodgings; if you want Conveniences, I have the
Key of the Back-way through the Garden, whither you may carry your
Mistress. _Will._ I thank thee-- let me first secure my Woman.
[Goes out.

_Beau._ I thought I'd lov'd this false, this jilting Fair, even above my
Friendship; but I find I can forgive this Rogue, tho I am sure he has
rob'd me of my Joys.

Enter _Ariadne_ with a Casket of Jewels.

_Aria._ Not yet! a Devil on him, he's Dear-hearting it with some other
kind Damsel-- Faith,'tis most wickedly done of me to venture my Body
with a mad unknown Fellow. Thus a little more Delay will put me into a
serious Consideration, and I shall e'en go home again, sleep and be
sober.
[She walks about.

_Beau._ Hah, a Woman! Perhaps the same he looks for-- I'll counterfeit
his Voice and try my Chance-- Fortune may set us even.

_Aria._ Hah, is not that a Man? Yes-- and a Chair waiting.
[She peeps.

_Beau._ Who's there?

_Aria._ A Maid.

_Beau._ A Miracle-- Oh art thou come, Child?

_Aria._ 'Tis he, you are a civil Captain, are you not, to make a longing
Maid expect thus? What Woman has detain'd you?

_Beau._ Faith, my Dear, tho Flesh and Blood be frail, yet the dear Hopes
of thee has made me hold out with a Herculean Courage-- Stay, where
shall I carry her? not to my own Apartment; _Ariadne_ may surprize me:
I'll to the Mountebank here i'th' Piazza, he has a Cure for all things,
even for longing Love, and for a Pistole or two will do Reason.-- Hah,
Company: Here, step into this Chair.
[She goes in, they go off just as _Will._ enters.

_Will._ Hum, a Woman of Quality and jilt me-- Egad, that's strange
now-- Well, who shall a Man trust in this wicked World?

Enter _La Nuche_ as before.

_La Nu._ This should be he, he saunters about like an expecting Lover.
[_Will._ peeping and approaching.

_Will._ By this Light a Woman, if she be the right-- but right or wrong
so she