— My Lord, I have a Thousand things of greater consequence to say. — Pray return.

Dear Orada, by and by; I must see where my Devil of a Wife is.

You know she cannot pass the Lodgings, perhaps she's at her Devotions.

No, she's too foul to Pray.

There's no keeping this mad Fool out of his Wife's sight; — They must e'en to Bed, whilst I parle with the Lover.

— So, Gentlewoman! I have caught ye! — How? With your Head out at Window, making your amorous Com∣plaints!

I was almost stifled for want of her. — Sure you are not Jealous of the Trees and Stars, — They were my only Objects.

Oh Impudence! did I not hear you say, When will he come; my Light, my Life, break thro' this Veil of Dark∣ness, and shoot with Rays of Comfort on me?

I knew you behind me, and therefore did it to tor∣ment ye.

It may be so; but I sha'n't trust ye — Come, into the Bedchamber. — Orada, do you School her, — I'll wat•h for your Light and Life my self.

My Lord, you had better go to Bed with her, and then you'll be secure.

No, no; in, in.