tolerable personal Estate; and it is a great Grief to me, indeed it is, Mr. Careless, that I have not a Son to inherit this --- 'Tis true, I have a Daughter, and a fine dutiful Child she is, though I say it, blessed be Providence I may say; for indeed, Mr. Careless, I am mightily beholden to Providence --A poor unworthy Sinner -- But if I had a Son, ala that's my Affliction, and my only Affliction; indeed I cannot refrain Tears when it comes in my [Cries.

Mind.

Care. Why, methinks that might be easily remedied-my Lady's a finelikely Woman

Sir Paul. Oh, a fine likely Woman as you shall fee in a Summers Day - Indeed she is, Mr. Careless, in all Respects.

Care. And I should not have taken you to have been so old

Sir Paul. Alas, that's not it, Mr. Careless; ah! that's not it; no, no, you shoot wide of the Mark a Mile; indeed you do, that's not it, Mr. Careless; no, no, that's not it.

Care. No, what can be the Matter then?

Sir Paul. You'll scarcely believe me, when I shall tell you - my Lady is so Nice-It's very strange, but it's true: Too true - she's so very Nice, that I don't believe she would touch a Man for the World At least not above once a Year. I'm sure I have found it so; and alas, what's once a Year to an old Man, who would do good in his Generation? Indeed it's true, Mr. Careless, it breaks my Heart I am her Husband, as I may say; though far unworthy of that Honour, yet I am her Hus. band; but alas-a-day, I have no more Familiarity

with her Perfson - as to that Matter - - - than with my own Mother - no indeed.

Care. Alas-a-day, this is a lamentable Story; my Lady must be told on't; she must i'faith, Sir Paul; * tis an Injury to the world.

Sir

Sir Paul. Ah! would to Heav'n you would, Mr.

Careless; you are mightily in her Favour.

Care. I warrant you; what we must have a Son some way or other. Sir Paul. Indeed, I should be mightily bound to you, if you could bring it about, Mr. Careless.

L. P. Here, Sir Paul, it's from your Steward here's a Return of 600 Pounds; you may take fifty of it for the next half Year. [Gives him the Letter.

SCENE

IX.

[To them] Lord FROTH, CYNTHIA.

Sir PAUL.

OW does my Girl? come hither to thy Fat

Hher, por amithout melancholick

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Ld. Froth. Heav'n, Sir Paul, you amaze me, of all things in the World - You are never pleas'd but when we are all upon the broad Grin; all Laugh and no Company; ah, then 'tis such a Sight to fee fome Teeth Sure you're a great Admirer of my Lady Whifter, Mr. Sneer, and Sir Laurence Loud, and that Gang.

Sir Paul. I vow and swear the's a very merry Woman, but, I think the laughs a little too much. Ld. Froth. Merry! O Lord, what a Character that is of a Woman of Quality - You have been at my Lady Whifters upon her Day, Madam?

Cynt. Yes my Lord - I must humour this Fool.
[Afide.

Ld. Froth. Well and how? hee! What is your
Senfe

Sense of the Conversation?

Cynt. O moft ridiculous, a perpetual Confort of laughing without any Harmony; for sure, my Lord, to laugh out of Time, is as difagreeable as to fing out of Time, or out of Tune.

Ld. Froth. Hee, hee, hee, right, and then, my Lady Whifter is so ready the always comes in three Bars too soon- And then, what do they laugh at? For you know laughing without a Jest is as impertinent; hee! as, as

Cynt. As dancing without a Fiddle.

Ld. Froth. Just 'ifaith, that was at my Tongues end.

Cynt. But that cannot be properly faid of them, for I think they are all in good Nature with the World, and only laugh at one another; and you must allow they have all Jests in their Persons, though they have none in their Conversation.

Ld. Froth. True, as I'm a Person of Honour For Heav'ns fake let us sacrifice 'em to Mirth a lit tle.

[Enter Boy and whispers Sir Paul.

Sir. Paul. Gads to - Wife, Wife, my Lady Plyant, I have a Word. L. P. I'm busie, Sir Paul, I wonder at your Impertinence

Care. Sir Paul, harkee, I'm reasoning the Matter you know; Madam, if your Ladythip please, we'll discourse of this in the next Room.

Sir Paul. O ho, I wish you good Success, I I wish you good Success. Boy, tell my Lady, when the has done, I would speak with her below.

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SCENEX.

CYNTHIA, Lord FROTH, Lady F ROT H, BRISK.

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Lady FROTH.

HEN you think that Episode between Susan, the Dairy-Maid, and our Coach-Man is not amiss; you know, I may suppose the Dairy in Town, as well as in the Country.

Brisk. Incomparable, let me perish - But then being an Heroick Poem, had not you better call him a Charioteer? Charioteer sounds great; befides your Ladyships Coachman having a red Face, and you comparing him to the Sun And you know the Sun is call'd Heav'ns Charioteer.

L. Freth. Oh, infinitely better; I'm extreamly beholden to you for the Hint; stay, we'll read over those half a Score Lines again. [Pulls out a Paper.] Let me fee here, you know what goes before -- the Comparison, you know. [Reads]

For as the Sun sbines ev'ry Day,
So of our Coachman I may say.

Brisk. I'm afraid that Simile won't do in wet Weather - Because you say the Sun shines ev'ry Day.

L. Froth. No, for the Sun it won't, but it will do for the Coach-man, for you know there's most Occafion for a Coach in wet Weather.

Brisk. Right, right, that saves all.

L. Froth. Then I don't say the Sun shines all the Day,

Day, but that he peeps now and then; yet he does shine all the Day too, you know, tho' we don't fee him.

Brisk. Right, but the Vulgar will never comprehend that. L. Froth. Well, you shall hear - Let me fee.

[Reads] For as the Sun shines ev'ry Day,
So, of our Coach-man I may (ay,
He shows his drunken fiery Face,
Just as the Sun does, more or less.

Brisk. That's right, all's well, all's well. More or less.

[L. Froth reads ] And when at Night his Labour's

done,

Then too, like Heav'ns Charioteer the Sun:

Ay, Charioteer does better.

Into the Dairy he defcends

And there his Whipping and his Driving

ends;

There he's fecure from Danger of a Bilk,
His Fare is paid him, and he fets in Milk.

For Susan, you know, is Thetis, and so

Brisk. Incomparable well and proper, Igad But I have one Exception to make - Don't you think Bilk (I know it's good Rhime) but don't you think Bilk and Fare too like a Hackney Coachman ?

L. Froth. Iswear and vow I'm afraid so-And yet our Jehu wasa Hackney Coach-man, when my Lord took him.

Brisk. Was he? I'm answer'd if tehu was a Hackney Coach-man - You may put that in the marginal Notes tho', to prevent Criticism - Only mark it with a small Asterism, and say,-tehu was formerly a Hackney Coach-man.

L.