a kiss, and your humble servant. I'll tell you more when I come from the Jubilee. Come along. SCENE II. [Exeunt. Lady DARLING's House. Enter WILDAIR with a Letter. Wild. Like light and heat, incorporate we lay; We bless'd the night, and curs'd the coming day, Well, if this paper kite flies sure, I'm secure of my game-Humph 1-the prettiest bourdel I have seen; a very stately genteel one Footmen cross the stage. Hey-day equipage too! Now for a bawd by the curtesy, and a whore with a coat of arms'Sdeath, I'm afraid I've mistaken the house! Enter Lady DARLING. No, this must be the bawd, by her bulk. Darl. Your business, pray, sir? Wild. Pleasure, madam. Darl. Then, sir, you have no business here. Wild. This letter, madam, will inform you farther. Mr. Vizard sent it, with his humble service to your ladyship. Darl. How does my cousin, sir? Wild. Ay, her cousin, too! that's right procuress again. [Aside. Darl. [Reads.] Madam- -Earnest inclination to Sir Harry- Madam-court my couGentleman- -fortune serve sin Your ladyship's most humble servant, VIZARD.' Sir, your fortune and quality are sufficient to recom mend you any where; but what goes farther with me is the recommendation of so sober and pious a young gentleman as my cousin Vizard. Wild. A right sanctified bawd o' my word! [Aside. Darl. Sir Harry, your conversation with Mr. Vizard argues you a gentleman, free from the loose and vicious carriage of the town. I shall therefore call my daughter. [Exit. Wild. Now go thy way for an illustrious bawd of Babylon-She dresses up a sin so religiously, that the devil would hardly know it of his making. Re-enter DARLING with ANGELICA. "Darl. Pray, daughter, use him civilly; such | "matches don't offer every day.” [Exit Darl. "Wild." Oh, all ye powers of love! an angel! 'Sdeath, what money have I got in my pocket? I cann't offer her less than twenty guineas—and, by jupiter, she's worth a hundred. Ang. 'Tis he the very same! and his person as agreeable as his character of good humour-Pray Heaven his silence proceed from respect! Wild. How innocent she looks! How would that modesty adorn virtue, when it makes even vice look so charming!By Heaven, there's such a commanding innocence in her looks, that I dare not ask the question! Ang. Now, all the charms of real love and feigned indifference assist me to engage his heart; for mine is lost already. Wild. Madam-I, I-Zoons, I cannot speak to her! But she's a whore, and I will-Madam, in short, I, I-Oh, hypocrisy, hypocrisy, what a charming sin art thou! Ang. He is caught; now to secure my conquestI thought, sir, you had business to communicate. Wild. Business to communicate! How nicely she words it!-Yes, madam, I have a little business to communicate. Don't you love singing-birds, madam? Ang. That's an odd question for a lover-Yes, sir. Wild. Why, then, madam, here is a nest of the prettiest goldfinches that ever chirp'd in a cage; twenty young ones, I assure you, madam. Ang. Twenty young ones! What then, sir? Wild. Why, then, madam, there are-twenty young ones- -'Slife, I think twenty is pretty fair. Ang. He's mad, sure!-Sir Harry, when you have learned more wit and manners, you shall be welcome here again. [Exit. Wild. Wit and manners! 'Egad, now, I conceive there is a great deal of wit and manners in twenty guineas-I'm sure 'tis all the wit and manners I have about me at present. What shall I do ? Enter CLINCHER Junior and DICKY. What the devil's here? Another cousin, I warrant } ye!—Hark'e, sir, can you lend me ten or a dozen guineas instantly? I'll pay you fifteen for them in three hours, upon my honour. Clin. jun. These London sparks are plaguy impudent! This fellow, by his wig and assurance, can be no less than a courtier. Dick. He's rather a courtier by his borrowing. Clin. jun. Faith, sir, I han't above five guineas about me. Wild. What business have you here then, sir? For, to my knowledge, twenty won't be sufficient. Clin. jun. Sufficient! For what, sir? Wild. What, sir! Why, for that, sir; what the devil should it be, sir? I know your business, notwithstanding all your gravity, sir. Clin. jun. My business! Why, my cousin lives here. Wild. I know your cousin does live here, and Vizard's cousin, and every body's cousin-Hark'e, sir, I shall return immediately; and if you offer to touch her till I come back, I shall cut your throat, rascal. [Exit. Clin jun. Why, the man's mad, sure! Clin. jun. A beau! What's that? Are all madmen beaux ? Dick. No, sir; but most beaux are madmen. But now for your cousin. Remember your three scrapes, a kiss, and your humble servant. [Exeunt, as into the house. Enter WILDAIR, STANDARD following. Stand. Sir Harry, Sir Harry! Wild. I am in haste, colonel; besides, if you're in no better humour than when I parted with you in the park this morning, your company won't be very agreeable. Stand. You're a happy man, Sir Harry, who are never out of humour. Can nothing move your gall, Sir Harry? Wild. Nothing but impossibilities, which are the same as nothing. Stand. What impossibilities? Wild. The resurrection of my father to disinherit me, or an act of parliament against wenching. A man of eight thousand pounds per annum to be vexed! No, no; anger and spleen are companions for younger brothers. Stand. Suppose one called you a son of a whore behind your back. Wild. Why, then would I call him rascal behind his back; so we're even. Stand. But suppose you had lost a mistress. Wild. Why, then I would get another. |