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Scena Sexta.

Constantia.
Con.
Just like a Felon by his guilt pursu'd
I've trac'd the Streets; for every little noise
Begets new terrors, and my erring fancy
Frames out of nothing, objects to affright me.
But soft, I hear some footing.

Enter Clara.
Cla.
'Tis very late, for ev'ry one's a Bed
Except some Lovers, who do serenade
Their Mistresses, no Smith can I prevail with;
They tell me that 'tis time to rest, but I
Can meet with no such season.

Con.
This Youth is as timorous, as I.

Cla.
That voice shou'd be Constantias.

Con.
He nam'd me, I am lost.

Cla.
Madam Constantia.

Con.
Protect me sacred Innocence! I know you not,
What are you?

Cla.
A Friend, and yet unknown.

Con.
I do not covet new acquaintances.

Cla.
Fear not, I was desired by Honorio,
(Lock'd up through some mistake of his Domesticks)
'To fetch a Smith.

Con.
I hope you have sent none, I have the Keyes.

Cla.
I han't, for furfeited with this days Feast.
They went, I think, all drunk to bed, sooner
At least than usually.

Con.
I shall perform their Office.

Cla.
Nay I must attend you.

Con.
Excuse your self the trouble, and my modesty
The Guilt of being seen with you so late.

Cla.
I am too young for such a jealousie.
Besides I have a message to your Brother.

Con.
Defer it till the Morning; now 'tis late.

Cla.
It does require a more quick dispatch.

Con.
I cannot shift him off, what shall I do?
'Twere madness to return, to stay here worse
I'le then rely upon my Virtues force.

[Exeunt.