ha, ha, by my Troth, and so you did, Sir.

_Prince._ I ask your Pardon, Sir, 'tis an infirmity I have that ever
takes me at the approach of a fine Woman, which made me so unwilling to
see your Lady.

Sir _Morg._ Lookye, I ask your Pardon heartily, or so, d'ye see--and am
sorry you are not in a Condition to visit her often.

_Prince._ I shall be better when I am us'd to her; 'tis the first time
only affects me.

Sir _Morg._ Pray, Sir, be pleas'd to use your self to her, or so, d'ye
see--she's a civil Person, and a Person of Quality before I marry'd her,
d'ye see.

L. _Blun._ My Son tells you Truth, Sir.

_Prince._ Madam, I doubt it not, pray beg her Pardon, and do you give me
yours.
[Bows and kisses her Hand and goes out.

L. _Blun._ A most accomplish'd Person--

[Exeunt.

SCENE III. Another Chamber.

Enter _Olivia_ and _Teresia_, in Mens Clothes.

_Oliv._ Well, the Ball does not begin these three Hours, and we'll
divert our selves at my Aunt's Basset-Table, which you see is preparing;
her natural Propensity to oblige both Sexes makes her keep a Bank on
purpose to bring 'em together. There we shall see the old and the young,
the ugly and the handsome, Fools that have Money, and Wits that have
none; and if the Table affords nothing to please the Appetite, we'll
abroad for Forage.

Enter Sir _Merlin_ pulling in _George_, follow'd by Sir _Morgan_,
Page and Footmen to _George_.

Sir _Mer._ Nay, Sir, I am resolv'd you shall honour my Aunt's
Basset-Table--

_Geo._ My Aunt's Basset-Table? There may be Money stirring among these
Fools, and Fortune may befriend me.
[Aside.

Sir _Mer._ Sir _Morgan_, pray know this worthy Gentleman, I have the
honour to lodge in the House with him.
[They salute one another.
Sir, this is Sir _Morgan Blunder_, a Person of Quality in _Wales_,
I assure you.

_Geo._ I question it not, Sir, and am proud of the Honour of kissing
your Hands.

_Ter._ Yonder's a handsom Gentleman.

_Oliv._ My Brother _George_, as I live, 'tis as I cou'd wish.
[Aside.

Enter _Welborn_.

_Wel._ _Lejere!_

_Geo._ _Welborn!_ Welcome from _Paris_, I heard of your arrival from
Prince _Frederick_.

_Wel._ Yes, I am come to my Destruction, Friend.

_Geo._ Ay, thou'rt to be marry'd, I hear, to a _Welch_ Fortune.

_Wel._ Though Matrimony be a sufficient Curse, yet that's not the
worst--I am fall'n most damnably in love, since I arriv'd, with a young
Creature