A word in private, or you are undone--Pray step aside.
_Burr._ Where are you, madam?
_Isa_. Immediately, Sir Timorous.
_Fail_. You are mistaken, madam; 'tis not Sir Timorous, but Burr
in his clothes; he has stripped the knight, gagged him, and locked him
up.
_Isa_. Failer?
_Fail_. The same. I could not but prevent your unhappiness,
though I hazard my person in the discovery, I vow to gad, madam.
_Burr_. Who's that talks to you, my lady Constance?
_Isa_. A maid of my acquaintance, that's come to take her leave
of me before I marry; the poor soul does so pity me.
_Burr_. How will that maid lie, thinking of you and me to-night!
_Isa_. Has he the key about him? [_To FAILER_.
_Fail_. I think so, madam.
_Isa_. Could not you possibly pick his pocket, and give me the
key? then let me alone to release Sir Timorous; and you shall be
witness of the wedding.
_Fail_. Egad, you want your cousin Isabella's wit to bring that
to pass, madam.
_Isa_. I warrant you, my own wit will serve to fool Burr--and you
too, or I am much deceived. [_Aside_.
_Fail_. I am a little apprehensive of the rascal's fingers, since
I felt them last; and yet my fear has not power to resist the sweet
temptation of revenge; I vow to gad I'll try, madam.
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