Gart.Oh Lord! Mr. Carlos is hurt, I shall swoun: Oh dear Sir! my Heart went pit a pat all the while you were fighting.Car.That pretty Heart should only leap for joy.La. Busy.Sir, Pray let me be so happy, as to apply my white Oynt∣ment; 'tis very soveraign for a green Wound.La. Cheat.I have a Balsom that never fails, and I were most unhappy, if one I esteem so well, should miscarry for want of it.Theod.Here's a doe about a slight Hurt; a Butcher at the Bear Gar∣den makes nothing of forty such: I would have the Sun shine through my Servant now and then.Car.You would have one serve you as they do a Mountebank, to be run through for him.Isab.I cannot rest till I see if Bellamore be wounded.[Ex. Isab.Enter one of the Actors.Actor.Sir, We cannot go on with our Play, one of our young Wo∣men being frighted with the Swords, is fallen into a Fit, and carried home sick.Car.Boy, Go and find the Company; I have prepar'd an Entertain∣ment upon the Stage; we'll have an Entry, a Song, or some Musick; there is no loss of the Play; this Prickett can write none but Low Erce, and his Fools are rather odious than ridiculous.Theod.You are once in the right.Car.My cruel Mistress! You see I had some Favour from every one but your self.Theod.I believe it has cost you five pound in penny gleek, to get the good Will of the old Ladies; and the hopes of Marriage has prevall∣ed upon the young ones.Car.I was never so serious as that comes to, with any but yourself.Theod.No more of this; I accept your Entertainment.The Scene changes to the Stage and Scenes.Enter Selfish and Gartrude▪Self.Now if your Love has any resolution, you may enjoy me, and male your self the happiest Lady in Town, and please me too.Gart.Indeed you are so well bred, and so much a Gentleman, the Ladies cannot but love you.Self.I have no reason to complain.Gart.And then you dress so finely.Self.Indeed most young Fellows when they come to Town, dress at me: But, pretty Creature, let us retire.0