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.