don't know whether I fly on Ground, or walk in Air Gads-bud fhe was never thus before

Well, I must own my felf the most beholden to Mr. Careless As fure as can be this is all his doing, fomething that he has faid; well, 'tis a rare thing to have an ingenious Friend. Well, your Ladyfhip is of Opinion that the Match may go forward.

L. P. By all means →→→→ Mr. Careless has satisfy`d

me of the Matter.

Sir Paul. Well, why then Lamb you may keep your Oath; but have a care of making rafh Vows. Come hither to me, and kifs Papa.

L. P. I fwear and declare, I am in such a twitter to read Mr. Careless his Letter, that I can't forbear any longer-But though I may read all Letters first by Prerogative, yet I'll be sure to be un1upected this time.

Sir Paul.

Sir Paul. Did your Ladyfhip call?

L. P. Nay, not to interrupt you my Dear - Only lend me your Letter, which' you had from your Steward to Day I would look upon the Account again; and may be increase your Allowance.

Sir Paul. There it is, Madam; Do you want a Pen and Ink; [Bows and gives the Letter. L. P. No, no, nothing elfe, I thank you, Sir Paul. So now I can read my own Letter under the Cover of his. [Afide Sir Paul. He? And wilt thou bring a Grandfon at nine Months end-He? A brave chopping Boy.

I'll fettle a thousand Pound a Year upon the Rogue as loon as ever he looks me in the Face, I will Gads-bud. I'm overjoy'd to think I have any of my Family that will bring Children into the World. For I would fain have fome Refemblance of my felf in my Pofterity, he Thy? Can't you contrive

that

that Affair Girl? Do Gads-bud, think on thy old -Father; heh? Make the young Rogue as like as you

can.

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Cynt. I'm glad to fee you fo merry, Sir.

Sir Paul. Merry, Gads-bud I'm ferious; I'll give thee 500. 1. for every Inch of him that resembles me: ah this Eye, this left Eye! A thousand Pound for this left Eye. This has done Execution in its time Girl; why thou haft my Leer Huffey, just thy Fathers Leer. Let it be tranfmitted to the young Rogue by the help of Imagination; why 'tis the Mark of our Family Thy, our Houfe is dif tinguifh'd by a languishing Eye, as the House of Auftria is by a thick Lip. Ah! when I was of your Age Hufley, I would have held fifry to one, I could have drawn my own Picture Gads-bud I could have done not fo much as you neither, nay, don't blufh

but Cynt. I don't blush, Sir, for I vow I don't underftand

Sir Paul. Pihaw, Pfhaw, you fib you Baggage, you do understand, and you fhall understand; come don't be fo nice, Gads-bud don't learn after your Mother-in-Law my Lady here: Marry Heav'n forbid that you should follow her Example, that would fpoil all indeed. Blels us, if you fhould take a Vagarie and make a rash Resolution on your Wedding Night, to die a Maid, as fhe did; all were ruin'd, all my Hopes loft. My Heart would break, and my Estate would be left to the wide World, he? I hope you are a better Chriftian than to think of living a Nun; he? Anfwer me?

Cynt. I'm all Obedience, Sir, to your Commands. L. P. [Having read the Letter.] O dear Mr. Carelefs, I wear he writes charmingly, and he talks charmingly, and he looks charmingly, and he has charm'd me, as much as I have charm'd him; and

fo

I'll tell him in the Wardrobe when 'tis dark. O Crimine! I hope Sir Paul has not seen both Letters. [Puts the wrong Letter hastily up, and gives him her own.

Sir Paul, here's your Letter, to Morrow Morning I'll fettle Accounts to your Advantage.

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NE IV. ·

[To them] BRISK.

BR I S K.

IR Paul, Gads bud you're an uncivil Perfon,

Slet me tell you, and all that, and I did not think

it had been in you.

Sir Paul. O Law, what's the matter now? I hope you are not angry, Mr. Brisk.

Brisk. Deuce take me, I believe you intend to marry your Daughter your felf; you're always brooding over her like an old Hen, as if the were not well hatch'd, I'gad, he?

Sir Paul. Good strange! Mr. Brisk's such a merry facetious Perfon, he, he, he. No, no,

I have done with her, I have done with her now.

Brisk. The Fiddles have stay'd this Hour in the Hall, and my Lord Froth wants a Partner, we can never begin without her.

Sir Paul. Go, go Child, go, get you gone and dance and be merry, I'll come and look at you by and by. Where's my Son Mellefont?

is

L. P. I'll fend him to them, I know where he

Brisk. Sir Paul, will you fend Careless into the Hall if you meet him

Sir

Sir Paul. I will, I will, I'll go and look for hing on purpose.

O now they are all gone, and I have an Op

Sportunity to practife, Ah! My deas Lady

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Froth! She's a moft engaging Creature, if the were not fo fond of that damn'd coxcombly Lord of hers; and yet I am forced to allow him Wit too, to keep in with him No matter, fhe's a Woman of Parts, and I'gad Parts will carry her. She said she would follow me into the Gallery Now to make my Approaches-Hem hem! Ah Ma- (Bows.) dam! Pox on't, why fhould I difparage my Parts by thinking what to fay; None but dull Rogues think; witty Men, like rich Fellows, are always ready for all Expences; while your Blockheads, like poor needy Scoundrels, are forced to examine their Stock, and forecaft the Charges of the Day. Here fhe comes, I'll feem not to fee her, and try to win her with a new airy Invention of my own s hem!

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SCENE VI.

[To him] Lady FROTH,
BRISK Sings, walking about.

I'M fick with Love ha ha, ha, prithee come cure

I'm fick with, &c.

O ye Pow'rs! O my Lady Froth, my Lady Froth! My Lady Froth! Heigho! Break heart ; Gods I thank you.

[Stands mufing with his Arms a-cross.

L. Froth. O Heav'ns, Mr. Brisk! What's the Matter?

Brisk. My Lady Froth! Your Ladyfhips most humble Servant;-The Matter, Madam, nothing Madam, nothing at all I'gad. I was fallen into the most agreeable Amusement in the whole Province of Contemplation: That's all I'll feem to conceal my Paffion, and that will look like Refpect. [Afide. L. Froth. Blefs me, why did you call out upon me fo loud?

Brisk. O Lord I Madam! I beseech your Ladyfhip when?

L. Froth. Juft now as I came in, bless me, why don't you know it?

Brisk. Not I, let me perifh But did I! Strange! I confefs your Ladyfhip was in my Thoughts; and I was in a fort of Dream that did in a manner represent a very pleafing Object to my Imagination but. but did I indeed?· To fee how Love and Murder will out. But did I really name my Lady Froth?

L.