e'er countenanc'd; I went into the Shop, struck up a Bargain, whipt over
to the _Castle_, where we eat four Crabs, top'd six Bottles, skuttl'd up
and down, kiss'd, towz'd and tumbl'd 'till we broke ev'ry Chair in the
Room. But you are so engag'd with Lady _Rodomont_, your Company's a
Blessing unattainable.

_Coll_. Yes, I have been engag'd, and finely treated. The Syren with her
false deluding Arts, her Force of Words and seeming to comply, has drawn
me to declare my Passion for her; now rallies and despises all I said, and
hugs her self in baffling my Design.

Sir _Har_. 'Tis like her Sex, they will ha' their Jades Tricks, but never
mind 'em; we'll to the Tavern and consult new Measures: Our Perseverance
is beyond their Policy.

_The started Hare may frisk it o'er the Plain,
And the staunch Hound long trace her Steps in vain,
Swiftly she flies, then stops, turns back and views, }
Doubles, and quats, and her lost Strength renews, }
But tho' unseen, he still the Scent persues, }
'Till breathless to a fatal Period brought,
The Hound o'ertakes her, and poor Puss is caught._


The End of the Fourth ACT.




ACT V.