m?

_Vizard._ Why, madam, he has a swingeing estate, which I design to
purchase as a saint, and spend like a gentleman. He got it by cheating,
and should lose it by deceit. By the pretence of my zeal and sobriety,
I'll cozen the old miser, one of these days, out of a settlement and
deed of conveyance----

_Smug._ It shall be a deed to convey you to the gallows then, ye young
dog. [_Aside._

_Vizard._ And no sooner he's dead, but I'll rattle over his grave with a
coach and six, to inform his covetous ghost how genteelly I spend his
money.

_Smug._ I'll prevent you, boy; for I'll have my money buried with me.
[_Aside._

_Vizard._ Bless me, madam! here's a light coming this way. I must fly
immediately.----When shall I see you, madam?

_Smug._ Sooner than you expect, my dear.

_Vizard._ Pardon me, dear madam, I would not be seen for the world. I
would sooner forfeit my life, my pleasure, than my reputation. [_Exit._

_Smug._ Egad, and so would I too. [_Exit._

ACT THE FIFTH.

SCENE I.

LADY DARLING'S _House_.

_Enter_ LADY DARLING _and_ ANGELICA.

_Lady D._ Daughter, since you have to deal with a man of so peculiar a
temper, you must not think the general arts of love can secure him; you
may therefore allow such a courtier some encouragement extraordinary,
without reproach to your modesty.

_Ang._ I am sensible, madam, that a formal nicety makes our modesty sit
awkward, and appears rather a chain to enslave, than a bracelet to adorn
us; it should show, when unmolested, easy and innocent as a dove, but
strong and vigorous as a falcon, when assaulted.

_Lady D._ I'm afraid, daughter, you mistake Sir Harry's gaiety for
dishonour.

_Ang._ Though modesty, madam, may wink, it must not sleep, when powerful
enemies are abroad. I must confess, that, of all men's, I would not see
Sir Harry Wildair's faults.

_Lady D._ You must certainly be mistaken, Angelica; for I'm satisfied
Sir Harry's designs are only to court and marry you.

_Ang._ His pretence, perhaps, was such. Pray, madam, by what means were
you made acquainted with his designs?

_Lady D._ Means, child! Why, my cousin Vizard, who, I'm sure, is your
sincere friend, sent him. He brought me this letter from my cousin.
[_Gives her the Letter, which she opens._

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