Chapter 49

_He is discovered sitting in a Chair bound, his Valet bound by him; to them Sir_ Timothy _and_ Laboir.

_Wild_. Peace, Sirrah, for sure I hear some coming--Villains, Rogues! I care not for my self, but for the good pious Alderman. [_Sir_ Tim. _as listening_.

Sir _Tim_. Wonderful Goodness, for me! Alas, my Lord, this sight will break my Heart. [_Weeps_.

_Wild_. Sir _Timothy_ safe! nay, then I do forgive ‘em.

Sir _Tim_. Alas, my Lord, I’ve heard of your rigid Fate.

_Wild_. It is my Custom, Sir, to pray an Hour or two in my Chamber, before I go to Bed; and having pray’d that drousy Slave asleep, the Thieves broke in upon us unawares, I having laid my Sword aside.

Sir _Tim_. Oh, Heavens, at his Prayers! damn’d Ruffians, and wou’d they not stay till you had said your Prayers?

_Wild_. By no Persuasion--Can you not guess who they shou’d be, Sir?

Sir _Tim_. Oh, some damn’d Tory-rory Rogues, you may be sure, to rob a Man at his Prayers! why, what will this World come to?

_Wild_. Let us not talk, Sir, but pursue ‘em. [_Offering to go_.

Sir _Tim_. Pursue ‘em! alas, they’re past our reach by this time.

_Wild_. Oh, Sir, they are nearer than you imagine: some that know each Corner of your House, I’ll warrant.

Sir _Tim_. Think ye so, my Lord? ay, this comes of keeping open House; which makes so many shut up their Doors at Dinner-time.

_Enter_ Dresswell.

_Dres_. Good Morrow, Gentlemen! what, was the Devil broke loose to night?

Sir _Tim_. Only some of his Imps, Sir, saucy Varlets, insupportable Rascals--But well, my Lord, now I have seen your Lordship at liberty, I’ll leave you to your rest, and go see what Harm this night’s Work has done.

_Wild_. I have a little Business, Sir, and will take this time to dispatch it in; my Servants shall to Bed, though ‘tis already day--I’ll wait on you at Dinner.

Sir _Tim_. Your time; my House and all I have is yours; and so I take my Leave of your Lordship. [_Ex. Sir_ Tim.

_Wild_. Now for my angry Maid, the young _Charlot_; ’.will be a Task to soften her to Peace; She is all new and gay, young as the Morn, Blushing as tender Rose-Buds on their Stalks, Pregnant with Sweets, for the next Sun to ravish. --Come, thou shalt along with me, I’ll trust thy Friendship.

[_Exeunt_.