ruck up a Bargain, whipt over
to the _Castle_, where we eat four Crabs, top'd six Bottles, skuttl'd up
and down, kiss'd, towz'd and tumbl'd 'till we broke ev'ry Chair in the
Room. But you are so engag'd with Lady _Rodomont_, your Company's a
Blessing unattainable.

_Coll_. Yes, I have been engag'd, and finely treated. The Syren with her
false deluding Arts, her Force of Words and seeming to comply, has drawn
me to declare my Passion for her; now rallies and despises all I said, and
hugs her self in baffling my Design.

Sir _Har_. 'Tis like her Sex, they will ha' their Jades Tricks, but never
mind 'em; we'll to the Tavern and consult new Measures: Our Perseverance
is beyond their Policy.

_The started Hare may frisk it o'er the Plain,
And the staunch Hound long trace her Steps in vain,
Swiftly she flies, then stops, turns back and views, }
Doubles, and quats, and her lost Strength renews, }
But tho' unseen, he still the Scent persues, }
'Till breathless to a fatal Period brought,
The Hound o'ertakes her, and poor Puss is caught._

The End of the Fourth ACT.

ACT V.

SCENE, _Continues_.

_Enter Sir_ Harry, _and Mrs._ Lovejoy.

Mrs. _Lov._ Sir _Harry_, all this Rhet'rick won't prevail; whether you
term it Virtue, or Pride only, I am resolv'd to keep a Fame unspotted, in
spight of all temptations whatsoever.

Sir _Har._ A Woman's obstinacy is no novelty; but where's the difference
'twixt a Mistress and a Wife. Only a Mistress has a much better Air; you
shall appear as gay and fine as any; strut in Brocade, and glitter in your
Jewels, 'till you put all virtuous Women out o'countenance.

Mrs. _Lov._ Impudence, Sir _Harry_, is a lewd Woman's Talent, and yet what
Creature is there so much dash'd as such an one that happens among
virtuous Ladies. If the Passion you profess be real, proceed with Honour,
and you may be heard: Not that I speak this to increase your Vanity;
Ambition only sways my Inclinations, and you must know; I have a mighty
mind to be a Lady.

Sir _Har._ A Lady! why, my Servants shall all call you so; we'll live
together like Man and Wife, and I'll be so Constant, and so full of Love,
that ev'ry body shall believe we're marry'd.

Mrs. _Lov._ Love and Constancy, Sir _Harry_, will plainly tell ev'ry body
we are not marry'd.

Sir _Har._ [_aside_] Have her I must; but how shall I contrive it?--Oh!
a lucky Thought seizes me. Some Ladies after they