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SCENE I.

Gubbins's House.
Gubbins and Moore.
Moore.
Oh, Sir! here's been a most confounded Rout—
Mauxy's in Hold, and you must bring her out.
As she and I, like Turtles of a feather,
Were cooing in the Wilderness together,
My Lady came with Possé Comitatus,
And sent poor Mauxalinda to the Gate-house.

Gub.
Why, 'tis a thing no Wife alive can bear,
To have another in her Husband share.

Moore.
Sir, with her spotless Virtue you're too free,
For Mauxalinda's still a Maid, for me:
Our Meeting was mere Accident and Chance;
What you think Courtship, was but Complaisance.
O joyful Tidings! I am still secure,
Gubbins aside.
And Mauxalinda is a Virgin pure.
[To Moore.
I cannot bear she should a Prisoner be—
I'll tear the Jail down, but I'll set her free.

[Exit.
Moore
solus.
AIR.

[Exit.