_, to have been only pleas'd with the Embroider'd Coat, and
Gawdy Plume, when still the man's the same.

L. _Youth._ What says he, Embroider'd Coat and Plume?

_Ter._ He hopes your Ladyship likes him ne'er the worse, for being
without those Fopperies.

L. _Youth._ Marry do I not, I love not this over-finery in a Husband;
those Fellows that dress, think so well of themselves, they never mind
their Wives.

_Geo._ Are you so dull, _Teresia_, not to see, this Habit was put on,
only to get an Opportunity to tell you my Passion?

L. _Youth._ Tell me of his Passion! was it so, alas, good Young
Man--Well, well, I'll defer your Joys no longer, this Night shall make
you happy, Mr. _Twang_ shall join us, Sir.

_Geo._ A blessed hearing--You see, Charming Maid, how very short a space
there is between this and the hast'ning hour; stand not on Virgin
Niceties, but answer me, our time admits of no Consideration.

_Ter._ I have not been this Four and Twenty hours a Lover, to need
Considering; as soon as you had my Heart, you had my Consent, and that
was the first moment I saw you at the _Basset-Table_.

_Geo._ Ha! at the Basset-Table!

_Ter._ Yes, I was the frank Youth that lent you Money--but no more--your
Time and Place.

L. _Youth._ What are you prating to him there?

_Ter._ He doubts your Love, Madam, and I'm confirming it.

L. _Youth._ Alas, good Gentleman!--anon I'll convince him--for in the
Ev'ning, Sir, the Priest shall make us one.

_Geo._ Ah, Madam, I cou'd wish 'twere not so long defer'd, for sure I
love you like a sighing Swain, and as a Proof of it, I have here
prepar'd an Emblem of my Love in a Dance of Country Lovers, when Passion
is sincere.

L. _Youth._ Good-lack-a-day, indeed you're so obliging: But pray let us
have the Dance.
[Dance.

L. _Youth._ Very pretty indeed. Come, good Gentleman, don't droop, don't
droop; come, hold up your Head--you may be allow'd one kiss beforehand.

_Geo._ [Kisses her.] Oh, what a pestilential Blast was there!
[Aside.

L. _Youth._ Come, come, _Teresia_, come with me.

_Geo._ [to _Teresia_.] I'll send a Chair to your Back-gate anon, that
shall wait you on the Field-side, and bring you whither I shall appoint.
Get ready instantly.

_Ter._ And if I fail, may I be eternally damn'd to the Embraces of old
Age.

[Exeunt all but _George_.

_Geo._ _Mirtilla_, thus thy Scorn I will out-brave, And let my Father
the kind Cheat forgive;
_If I with dexterous c