Sir Cau.  So—­I have brought an old House upon my Head,
Intail’d Cuckoldom upon my self.

L. Ful.  I’ll hear no more—­Sir Cautious,—­where’s my Husband? 
Why have you left my Honour thus unguarded?

Sir Cau.  Ay, ay, she’s well enough pleas’d, I fear, for all.

Gay.  Base as he is, ’twas he expos’d this Treasure; Like silly Indians barter’d thee for Trifles.

Sir Cau.  O treacherous Villain!—­

L. Ful.  Hah—­my Husband do this?

Gay.  He, by Love, he was the kind Procurer, Contriv’d the means, and brought me to thy Bed.

L. Ful.  My Husband!  My wise Husband! 
What fondness in my Conduct had he seen,
To take so shameful and so base Revenge?

Gay.  None—­’twas filthy Avarice seduc’d him to’t.

L. Ful.  If he cou’d be so barbarous to expose me,
Cou’d you who lov’d me—­be so cruel too?

Gay.  What—­to possess thee when the Bliss was offer’d? 
Possess thee too without a Crime to thee? 
Charge not my Soul with so remiss a flame,
So dull a sense of Virtue to refuse it.

L. Ful.  I am convinc’d the fault was all my Husband’s—­
And here I vow—­by all things just and sacred,
To separate for ever from his Bed. [Kneels.

Sir Cau.  Oh, I am not able to indure it—­
Hold—­oh, hold, my Dear—­
                             [He kneels as she rises.

L. Ful.  Stand off—­I do abhor thee—­

Sir Cau.  With all my Soul—­but do not make rash Vows. 
They break my very Heart—­regard my Reputation.

L. Ful.  Which you have had such care of, Sir, already—­
Rise, ’tis in vain you kneel.

Sir Cau.  No—­I’ll never rise again—­Alas!  Madam, I was merely drawn in; I only thought to sport a Dye or so:  I had only an innocent design to have discover’d whether this Gentleman had stoln my Gold, that so I might have hang’d him—­

Gay.  A very innocent Design indeed!

Sir Cau.  Ay, Sir, that’s all, as I’m an honest man.—­

L. Ful.  I’ve sworn, nor are the Stars more fix’d than I.

    Enter Servant.

Serv.  How! my Lady and his Worship up?—­Madam, a Gentleman and a Lady below in a Coach knockt me up, and say they must speak with your Ladyship.

L. Ful.  This is strange!—­bring them up—­ [Exit Servant. 
Who can it be, at this odd time of neither Night nor Day?

    Enter Leticia, Bellmour, and Phillis.

Let.  Madam, your Virtue, Charity and Friendship to me, has made me trespass on you for my Life’s security, and beg you will protect me, and my Husband—­ [Points at Bellmour.

Sir Cau.  So, here’s another sad Catastrophe!