L. _Ful_. That's your fault, Sir, not mine.
Sir _Cau_. But being so, if I shou'd be good-natur'd, and give thee leave to love discreetly--
L. _Ful_. I'd do't without your leave, Sir.
Sir _Cau_. Do't--what, cuckold me?
L. _Ful_. No, love discreetly, Sir, love as I ought, love honestly.
Sir _Cau_. What, in love with any body, but your own Husband?
L. _Ful_. Yes.
Sir _Cau_. Yes, quoth a--is that your loving as you ought?
L. _Ful_. We cannot help our Inclinations, Sir, No more than Time, or Light from coming on-- But I can keep my Virtue, Sir, intire.
Sir _Cau_. What, I'll warrant, this is your first Love, _Gayman_?
L. _Ful_. I'll not deny that Truth, though even to you.
Sir _Cau_. Why, in consideration of my Age, and your Youth, I'd bear a Conscience--provided you do things wisely.
L. _Ful_. Do what thing, Sir?
Sir _Cau_. You know what I mean--
L. _Ful_. Hah--I hope you wou'd not be a Cuckold, Sir.
Sir _Cau_. Why--truly in a civil way--or so.
L. _Ful_. There is but one way, Sir, to make me hate you; And that wou'd be tame suffering.
Sir _Cau_. Nay, and she be thereabouts, there's no discovering.
L. _Ful_. But leave this fond discourse, and, if you must, Let us to Bed.
Sir _Cau_. Ay, ay, I did but try your Virtue, mun--dost think I was in earnest?
_Enter Servant_.
_Serv_. Sir, here's a Chest directed to your Worship.
Sir _Cau_. Hum, 'tis _Wasteall_--now does my heart fail me--A Chest say you--to me--so late;--I'll warrant it comes from Sir _Nicholas Smuggle_--some prohibited Goods that he has stoln the Custom of, and cheated his Majesty--Well, he's an honest Man, bring it in--
[_Exit Servant_.
L. _Ful_. What, into my Apartment, Sir, a nasty Chest!
Sir _Cau_. By all means--for if the Searchers come, they'll never be so uncivil to ransack thy Lodgings; and we are bound in Christian Charity to do for one another--Some rich Commodities, I am sure--and some fine Knick-knack will fall to thy share, I'll warrant thee --Pox on him for a young Rogue, how punctual he is! [_Aside_.
_Enter with the Chest_.
--Go, my Dear, go to Bed--I'll send Sir _Nicholas_ a Receit for the Chest, and be with thee presently--
[_Ex. severally_.
[Gayman _peeps out of the Chest, and looks round him wondring_.
_Gay_. Hah, where am I? By Heaven, my last Night's Vision--'Tis that inchanted Room, and yonder's the Alcove! Sure 'twas indeed some Witch, who knowing of my Infidelity--has by Inchantment brought me hither-- 'tis so--I am betray'd--[_Pauses_. Hah! or was it _Julia_, that last night gave me that lone Opportunity?--but hark, I hear some coming-- [_Shuts himself in_.
_Enter Sir_ Cautious.
Sir _Cau_. [_Lifting up the Chest-lid_.] So, you are come, I see-- [_Goes, and locks the door_.
_Gay_. Hah--he here! nay then, I was deceiv'd, and it was _Julia_ that last night gave me the dear Assignation. [_Aside_.
[_Sir_ Cautious _peeps into the Bed-chamber_.
L. _Ful_. [_Within_.] Come, Sir _Cautious_, I shall fall asleep, and then you'll waken me.
Sir _Cau_. Ay, my Dear, I'm coming--she's in Bed--I'll go put out the Candle, and then--
_Gay_. Ay, I'll warrant you for my part--
Sir _Cau_. Ay, but you may over-act your part, and spoil all--But, Sir, I hope you'll use a Christian Conscience in this business.
_Gay_. Oh, doubt not, Sir, but I shall do you Reason.
Sir _Cau_. Ay, Sir, but--
_Gay_. Good Sir, no more Cautions; you, unlike a fair Gamester, will rook me out of half my Night--I am impatient--
Sir _Cau_. Good Lord, are you so hasty? if I please, you shan't go at all.
_Gay_. With all my soul, Sir; pay me three hundred Pound, Sir--
Sir _Cau_. Lord, Sir, you mistake my candid meaning still. I am content to be a Cuckold, Sir--but I wou'd have things done decently, d'ye mind me?
_Gay_. As decently as a Cuckold can be made, Sir.--But no more disputes, I pray, Sir.
Sir _Cau_. I'm gone--I'm gone--but harkye, Sir, you'll rise before day?
[_Going out, returns_.
_Gay_. Yet again--
Sir _Cau_. I vanish, Sir--but harkye--you'll not speak a word, but let her think 'tis I?