shew him.

_Harl._ Look ye, that's all--

_Feth._ Hold, hold, Seignior, an you be so nimble, I shall pay dear for
my Learning-- let me see-- Friend _Nicholas_, thou hast swallow'd many a
Pill for the Disease of the Body, let's see what thou canst perform for
that of the Purse.
[Swallows 'em.
--so-- a comfortable business this-- three or four thousand pound in
Cordial-Pearl: 'Sbud, _Mark Anthony_ was never so treated by his
_Egyptian_ Crocodile-- hah, what noise is that?

_Harl._ Operator, Operator, Seignior.

_Feth._ How, an Operator! why, what the Devil makes he here? some Plot
upon my Lady's Chastity; were I given to be jealous now, Danger wou'd
ensue-- Oh, he's entring, I would not be seen for all the World. Oh,
some place of Refuge--
[Looking about.

_Harl._ I know of none.

_Feth._ Hah, what's this-- a Clock Case?

_Harl._ Good, good-- look you, Sir, do you do thus, and 'tis impossible
to discover ye.
[Goes into the Case, and shews him how to stand; then _Fetherfool_
goes in, pulls off his Periwig, his Head out, turning for the
Minutes o'th' top: his Hand out, and his Fingers pointing to a
Figure.

Enter _Shift_ and _Hunt_.

_Feth._ Oh Heaven, he's here.

_Shift._ See where she sleeps; get you about your business, see your own
little Marmoset and the Priest be ready, that we may marry and
consummate before Day; and in the Morning our Friends shall see us abed
together, give us the good morrow, and the Work's done.
[Ex. _Hunt_.

_Feth._ Oh Traytor to my Bed, what a Hellish Plot's here discover'd!
[_Shift_ wakes the _Giant_.

_Giant._ Oh, are you come, my Sweetest?

_Feth._ Hah, the Mistress of my Bosom false too! ah, who wou'd trust
faithless Beauty-- oh that I durst speak.

_Shift._ Come let's away, your Uncle and the rest of the House are fast
asleep, let's away e'er the two Fools, Blunt and Fetherfool, arrive.

_Giant._ Hang 'em, Pigeon-hearted Slaves--

_Shift._ A Clock-- let's see what hour 'tis--
[Lifts up the Light to see, _Feth._ blows it out.
--How! betray'd-- I'll kill the Villain. [Draws.

_Feth._ Say you so, then 'tis time for me to uncase.

_Shift._ Have you your Lovers hid?
[Gets out, all groping in the dark, _Feth._ gets the _Giant_ by
the Hand.

_Giant._ Softly, or we're undone; give me your Hand, and be undeceiv'd.

_Feth._ 'Tis she, now shall I be reveng'd. [Leads her out.

_Shift._ What, gone! Death, has this Mon