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Sir Geo. A pleasant fellow.
Cha. The dog is diverting sometimes, or there would be no enduring his impertinence. He is pres. sing to be employed, and willing to execute; but some ill fate generally attends all he undertakes, and he oftener spoils an intrigue than helps it.
Mar. I have always your good word, but if I miscarry 'tis none of my fault; I follow my instructions.
Cha. Yes, witness the merchant's wife.
Cha. Why, you must know I had lent a certain merchant my hunting horses, and was to have met his wife in his absence. Sending him along with my groom to make the compliment, and to deliver a letter to the lady at the same time, what does he do but gives the husband the letter and offers her the horses ! Mar. Why, to be sure,
I did offer her the horses, and I remember you was even with me, for you deny'd the letter to be your's, and swore I had a design upon her, which my bones paid for.
Cha. Come, Sir George, let's walk round if you are not engag'd, for I have sent my man upon a little earnest business, and I have ordered him to bring me the answer into the Park.
Mar. Business! and I not know it! Egad I'll watch him.
Sir Geo. I must beg your pardon, Charles, I am to meet
Cha. My father!
Sir Geo. Ay, and about the oddest bargain, perhaps, you ever heard of; but I'll not impart till I know the success.
Mar. What can his business be with Sir Francis ? Now would I give all the world to know it. Why the devil should not one know every man's concerns !
[Aside. Cha. Prosperity to't whate'er it be: I have private affairs too: over a bottle we'll compare notes.
Mar. Charles knows I love a glass as well as any man ; I'll make one; shall it be to-night ? Add I long to know their secrets.
Whisp. Sir, Sir, Mrs. Patch says Isabinda's Spanish father has quite spoil'd the plot, and she cann't meet you in the Park, but he infallibly will go out this af
ternoon she says : but I must step again to know the 5 hour. Mar. What did Whisper say now? I shall go
stark Emad if I'm not let into the secret.
Cha. Come along with me, my heart feels pleasure
Cha. Marplot, you must excuse me; I am e
Mar. Engag'd! Egad I'll engage my life l'] what your engagement is.
Miran. coming out of a chair.] Let the chai My servant that dogg'd Sir George said he was Park.
Enter PATCH. Ha! miss Patch alone! did not you tell me yo contrived a way to bring Isabinda to the Park ?
Patch. Oh, madam, your ladyship cann't in what a wretched disappointment we have met Just as I had fetch'd a suit of my clothes for a guise, comes my old master into his closet, whi right against her chamber door: this struck us a terrible fright-at length I put on a grave face ask'd him if he was at leisure for his chocolate hopes to draw him out of his hole; but he sna my nose off: “No, I shall be busy here these hours.” At which my poor mistress seeing no of escape ordered me to wait on your ladyship the sad relation.
Miran. Unhappy Isabinda! was ever any thing unaccountable as the humour of Sir Jealous Traffi
Patch. Oh, madam, it's his living so long in Spa he vows he'll spend half his estate but he'll be a p liament-man, on purpose to bring in a bill for won to wear veils, and other odious Spanish customsswears it is the height of impudence to have a wom
een barefac'd even at church, and scarce believes here's a true begotten child in the city.
Miran. Ha, ha, ha! how the old fool torments himelf! Suppose he could introduce his rigid rulesloes he think we could not match them in contri. rance? No, no; let the tyrant man make what laws he will, if there's a woman under the government, I varrant she finds a way to break 'em. Is his mind iet upon the Spaniard for his son-in-law still?
Patch. Ay, and he expects him by the next feet, which drives his daughter to melancholy and despair. But, madam, I find
cheerful spirit you had when I waited on your ladyship. My ady is mighty good-humour'd too, and I have found a way to make Sir Jealous believe I am wholly in his interest, when my real design is to serve her: he makes me her gaoler, and I set her at liberty.
Miran. I knew thy prolifick brain would be of singular service to her, or I had not parted with thee to her father.
Patch. But, madam, the report is that you are going to marry your guardian.
Miran. It is necessary such a report should be, Patch.
Patch. I thought it was only the old strain, coaxing him still for your own, and railling at all the young fellows about town: in my mind now you are as ill plagu'd with your guardian, madam, as my lady is with her father.
Miran. No, I have liberty, wench; that s what would she give now to be in this dis the open air, nay more, in pursuit of the you she likes ? for that's my case I assure you.
Patch. As for that, madam, she's even w for tho’ she cann't come abroad we have bring him home in spite of old Argus.
Miran. Now, Patch, your opinion of my ch here he comes.-Ha! my guardian with him can be the meaning of this? I'm sure Sir cann't know me in this dress.- Let's obsery
Enter Sir Francis Gripe and Sir George A
Sir Fran. Verily, Sir George, thou wilt throwing away thy money so, for I tell thee sind Miranda, my charge, does not like a young fc they are all vicious, and seldom make good husb in sober sadness she cannot abide 'em.
Miran. peeping.] In sober sadness you are mist -What can this mean?
Sir Geo. Look ye, Sir Francis, whether she ca cannot abide young fellows is not the business : you take the fifty guineas ?
Sir Fran. In good truth I will not-for I knew father, he was a hearty wary man, and I cannot sent that his son should squander away what he sa to no purpose.
Miran. peeping. ] Now, in the name of wonder w bargain can he be driving about me for fifty guine