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Enter Placket and Servant.
Plack. Lord, Madam, what's the matter?
Lucin. How got these Fellows into the House?
Plack. Lord, Madam, how should I know.
(aside.) as I live, the strayes that I had Pounded in my Ladies Closet.
Lunin. Let the Doors be better lookt to another time; and let the Footmen tye these Fools Neck and Heels, till they discover upon what Errant they came hither.
Vaun. O Law, O Law, rather let your Footmen show us the way down Stairs, and if you ever ketch me in your House again, may I be damn'd.
Sir J. Aery. Ay, if ever you ketch me in your House again, Ged demm'e.
Lucin. I say, let them be ty'd Neck and Heels—carry 'em away. (The Servants lay hold of 'em.
Sir J. Aery. O Dear Vaunter! What will become of us.
Vaun. What curst unmerciful Croccadels are these Women. (Exeunt carryed out.
Lucin. Take the Candles, and light to my Dressing-room. I have this Comfort under Bellamour's Jealousy of these Fools whom I hate, that Philabell whom I Love, will be less suspected.
The Man we Love, should be with Care Conceal'd.
Un-nam'd, unknown, he lies securely Blest,
Safe in our Arms, and Peaceably Possest.
