vereign's Image, so as it may be as soon taken for the Grand
Signior's, I may suspect the Metal too.

_Oliv._ What say you if I tender it before these lawful Witnesses?

_Wel._ I'll take it for good Payment--I _Charles Welborn_--

_Oliv._ Ha, _Welborn_! [Aside.

_Wel._ Take thee--whom?--Gad, if the Parson of the Parish knew your Name
no better than I--'twill be but a blind Bargain.

_Geo._ _Olivia Marteen_--

_Wel._ My destin'd Wife!

_Geo._ The very same: Have you the Parson ready?

_Wel._ He waits in my Chamber.

_Oliv._ Madam, I beg you'll lend me something more becoming my Sex.

_Mir._ _Manage_ will furnish you from my Wardrobe.
[Exit _Olivia_ with _Manage_.

Enter _Teresia_.

_Geo._ And see my good Genius appears too.

_Ter._ See, Sir, I am resolv'd to be welcome to your Arms; look, here
are the Writings of the Estate my Grandfather left me, and here's three
thousand Pound my Grandmother has settled on me, upon her Marriage with
you.
[Gives him the Writings.

_Geo._ And here's my Father's Estate settled on me--Come, let's put them
together--and go in, and let the Parson do as much for us.
[Puts 'em in her Case.

_Ter._ But have you very well considered this Matter?

_Geo._ Teresia, we'll do like most Couples, marry first, and consider
afterwards--
[Leads her in.

Enter a Footman.

_Foot._ Sir, here's Sir _Merlin_, with a Lady mask'd, wou'd speak with
you.

_Wel._ Carry 'em into the Dining-Room, I'll wait on 'em anon.

[Exeunt _Omnes_.

SCENE IV. _My Lady _Youthly's_; Discovers her, and _Lettice_ dressing
her._

L. _Youth._ Hold the Glass higher, _Lettice_; is not this Tour too
brown?--Methinks it does not give a youthful Aire to my Face.

_Lett._ That's not in Nature.

L. _Youth._ Like Nature! Ay, but Nature's self wants Art, nor does this
Fontange suit with my Complexion--put on a little more red, _Lettice_,
on my Cheeks, and Lips.
[She does so.

_Lett._ Ay, for they are but a little too much upon the
_Coventry_-Blue--This Tour must come more forward, Madam, to hide the
Wrinkles at the corners of your Eyes--
[Pulls it.

L. _Youth._ Ay, _Lettice_, but there are others, that neither Tours, nor
Paint, nor Patches will hide, I fear--yet altogether, _Lettice_--
[Puts on her Spectacles, and looks in the Glass.

Enter _Sir Rowland_.

Sir _Row._ What, no Bride yet, nor Bridegroom?

L. _Youth._ Ay, what can be the meaning of this?