[Exeunt. The Scene changes to a Chamber with an
Alcove-Bed in it, a Table, &c. Lucetta in Bed. Enter Sancho and Blunt,
who takes the Candle of Sancho at the Door. Sanch. Sir, my Commission
reaches no farther. Blunt. Sir, I'll excuse your Complement:- what, in
Bed, my sweet Mistress? Luc. You see, I still out-do you in kindness.
Blunt. And thou shalt see what haste I'll make to quit scores- oh the
luckiest Rogue! [Undresses himself Luc. Shou'd you be false or cruel
now! Blunt. False, 'Sheartlikins, what dost thou take me for a Jew? an
insensible Heathen,- A Pox of thy old jealous Husband: and he were
dead, egad, sweet Soul, it shou'd be none of my fault, if I did not
marry thee. Luc. It never shou'd be mine. Blunt. Good Soul, I'm the
fortunatest Dog! Luc. Are you not undrest yet? Blunt. As much as my
Impatience will permit. [Goes towards the Bed in his Shirt and
Drawers. Luc. Hold, Sir, put out the Light, it may betray us else.
Blunt. Any thing, I need no other Light but that of thine Eyes!-
'sheartlikins, there I think I had it. [Aside. [Puts out the Candle,
the Bed descends, he gropes about to find it. -Why- why- where am I
got? what, not yet?- where are you sweetest? - ah, the Rogue's silent
now- a pretty Love-trick this- how she'll laugh at me anon!- you need
not, my dear Rogue! you need not! I'm all on a fire already- come,
come, now call me in for pity- Sure I'm enchanted! I have been round
the Chamber, and can find neither Woman, nor Bed- I lockt the Door,
I'm sure she cannot go that way; or if she cou'd, the Bed cou'd not-
Enough, enough, my pretty Wanton, do not carry the Jest too far- Ha,
betray'd! Dogs! Rogues! Pimps! help! help! [Lights on a Trap, and is
let down.
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