--

_Geo._ There, drag away this Brute. [Disarms him. To the Footman.

Sir _Mer._ Rogues, Dogs, bring Mrs. _Teresia_ along with you.

_Ter._ Sure this is my fine Fellow--and yet the very same that's to be
married to my Grandmother; nor can that City Habit hide the Gentleman.
[_George_ speaks this while with his Father, who embraces him.

Sir _Morg._ Burnt, say you, Mrs. _Teresia_, de see--my Lady _Mirtilla_
burnt! Nay, then, 'tis time to go to sleep, get sober, and marry again.
[Goes out.

Sir _Row._ Enough, my Boy, enough; thou deserv'st my whole Estate, and
thou shalt have it, Boy--This day thou shalt marry the Widow, and I her
Grand-child. I'll to my Lawyers, and settle all upon thee instantly.
[Goes out.

_Geo._ How, marry to day--Old Gentleman, you must be cozen'd; and,
Faith, that goes against my Conscience--Ha, the Fair, the Young
_Teresia_ there--When a man's bent upon Wickedness, the Devil never
wants an Opportunity to present him with, that she shou'd be in my way
now--Fair Creature, are you resolv'd to be my Mother-in-law?

_Ter._ As sure as you to be my Grandfather, Sir--And see--the News of
your being come, has rais'd my Grandmother.

Enter _Lettice_, my Lady's maid, and Lady _Youthly_.

_Geo._ A Pox upon her, her Ghost had been less frightful.

_Ter._ I cou'd have spar'd her now too; but see she advances as swift as
Time.

_Geo._ And as old: What shall I do? I dye to speak with you--

L. _Youth._ Where--where's this Young Welcome Gentleman--Oh, are you
here, Sir--
[She sees him not, but runs upon him.
_Lettice_, take _Teresia_, and get you to your Chamber, she has her
Trinkets to get ready against the Wedding anon, for we'll make but one
work of both.

_Ter._ Ay, 'twill save Charges, Madam--

L. _Youth._ Ay, ay, get you gone, Lovers sometimes wou'd be private.

_Geo._ Heark ye--leave me not to her mercy, by Love, if you do, I'll
follow you to your Chamber.

_Ter._ Leave you! No, hang me if I do, till I have told you a piece of
my mind, for I find there's no dallying.

L. _Youth._ Well, Sir, I have finish'd the Great Work.

_Geo._ I wish you had--_Teresia_, once you made me hope you did not hate
me.

L. _Youth._ What says he, _Teresia_?

_Ter._ He says, he hopes you do not hate him, Madam.

L. _Youth._ No, by my Troth, Sir; I feel something for you, I have not
felt before.

_Geo._ Not these Threescore Years, I dare swear--You have too much Wit,
_Teresia