A Garden.
Enter Maundy by dark: Opens the Garden-Door.
Maun. Now am I return’d to my old Trade again, fetch and carry my Lady’s Lovers; I was afraid when she had been married, these Night-works wou’d have ended; but to say truth, there’s a Conscience to be used in all things, and there’s no reason she should languish with an old Man when a Young Man may be had. — The Door opens, he’s come. —
Enter Lodwick.
I see you’re a punctual Lover, Sir, pray follow me as softly as you can.
Lod. This is some one whom I perceive Isabella has made the Confident to our Amours.
[Exeunt.