he's a fanatic.

LUCY. An executioner qualified to do your business. He has been
lawfully ordained.

HEART. I'll pay him well, if you'll break the matter to him.

LUCY. I warrant you.--Do you go and prepare your bride.

SCENE III.

BELLMOUR, LUCY.

BELL. Humph, sits the wind there? What a lucky rogue am I! Oh, what
sport will be here, if I can persuade this wench to secrecy!

LUCY. Sir: reverend sir.

BELL. Madam. [_Discovers himself_.]

LUCY. Now, goodness have mercy upon me! Mr. Bellmour! is it you?

BELL. Even I. What dost think?

LUCY. Think! That I should not believe my eyes, and that you are not
what you seem to be.

BELL. True. But to convince thee who I am, thou knowest my old token.
[_Kisses her_.]

LUCY. Nay, Mr. Bellmour: O Lard! I believe you are a parson in good
earnest, you kiss so devoutly.

BELL. Well, your business with me, Lucy?

LUCY. I had none, but through mistake.

BELL. Which mistake you must go through with, Lucy. Come, I know the
intrigue between Heartwell and your mistress; and you mistook me for
Tribulation Spintext, to marry 'em--Ha? are not matters in this posture?
Confess: come, I'll be faithful; I will, i'faith. What! diffide in me,
Lucy?

LUCY. Alas-a-day! You and Mr. Vainlove, between you, have ruined my
poor mistress: you have made a gap in her reputation; and can you blame
her if she make it up with a husband?

BELL. Well, is it as I say?

LUCY. Well, it is then: but you'll be secret?

BELL. Phuh, secret, ay. And to be out of thy debt, I'll trust thee with
another secret. Your mistress must not marry Heartwell, Lucy.

LUCY. How! O Lord!

BELL. Nay, don't be in passion, Lucy:--I'll provide a fitter husband for
her. Come, here's earnest of my good intentions for thee too; let this
mollify. [_Gives her money_.] Look you, Heartwell is my friend; and
though he be blind, I must not see him fall into the snare, and
unwittingly marry a whore.

LUCY. Whore! I'd have you to know my mistress scorns--

BELL. Nay, nay: look you, Lucy; there are whores of as good quality. But
to the purpose, if you will give me leave to acquaint you with it. Do
you carry on the mistake of me: I'll marry 'em. Nay, don't pause; if you
do, I'll spoil all. I have some private reasons for what I do, which
I'll tell you within. In the meantime, I promise--and rely upon me--to
help your mistress to a husband: nay, and thee too, Lucy. Here's