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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
Patch. I wish it be n't for the first night's lodging, nadam.
Sir Geo. W'ell, Sir Francis, since you are so concientious for my father's sake, then permit me the avour gratis.
Miran. peeping.] The favour! O’my life I believe is as you said, Patch.
Sir Fran. No verily; if thou dost not buy thy exerience thou wilt never be wise; therefore give me hundred, and try thy fortune.
Sir Geo. The scruples arose, I find, from the scanty um. -Let me see-a hundred guineas-[Takes 'en ut of a purse and chinks ’em.] Ha! they have a very retty sound, and a very pleasing look-But then, Mi. anda-but if she should be cruel
Miran. peeping.] As ten to one I shall-
Patch. Do't! what, whether you will or no, malam?
Sir Geo. Come, to the point; here's the gold; sum up the conditions. = [Sir Fran. pulling out a paper.]
Miran. peeping.] Ay, for Heaven's sake do, for my expectation is on the rack.
Sir Fran. Well, at your peril be it.
Sir Fran. Imprimis, you are to be admitted into my house in order to move your suit to Miranda, for the
space of ten minutes, without let or molestat vided I remain in the same room.
Sir Geo. But out of earshot.
Sir Fran. Well, well, I don't desire to h you say; ha, ha, ha! in consideration I an that purse and a hundred guineas. Sir Geo. Take it
[Gives him Miran. peeping.] So, 'tis well it's no worse
Sir Geo. And this agreement is to be perfor day.
Sir Fran. Ay, ay; the sooner the better. Po how Miranda and I shall laugh at him!-W George, ha, ha, ha! take the last sound guineas, ha, ha, ha! [Chinks 'em.]
Miran. peeping. ] Sure he does not know I a randa.
Sir Geo. A very extraordinary bargain I hav truly; if she should be really in love with t cuff now-Psha ! that's morally impossible.then, what hopes have I to succeed? I never sp her
Miran. peeping.] Say you so? then I am safe.
Sir Geo. What tho' my tongue never spoke eyes said a thousand things, and my hopes fla me her's answer'd 'em. If I'm lucky--if not but a hundred guineas thrown away.
[Miranda and Patch come for Miran. Upon what, Sir George?
Sir Geo. Hal my incognita—upon a woman, madam.
Miran. They are the worst things you can deal in, and damage the soonest; your very breath destroys 'em, and I fear you'll never see your return, Sir George, ha, ha!
Sir Geo. Were they more brittle than china, and dropped to pieces with a touch, every atom of her I have ventur'd at, if she is but mistress of thy wit, ballances ten times the sum.--Pr’ythee, let me see thy
Miran. By no means; that may spoil your opinion of my sense
Sir Geo. Rather confirm it, madam.
Sir Geo. No child, a dish of chocolate in the morn. ing never spoils my dinner: the other lady I design a set meal; so there's no danger.
Miran. Matrimony! ha, ha, ha! what crimes have -you committed against the god of Love, that he should revenge 'em so severely, to stamp husband on your forehead?
Sir Geo. For my folly, in having so often met you here without pursuing the laws of Nature and exercising her command-But I resolve ere we part now to know who you are, where you live, what kind of flesh and blood your face is; therefore unmask, and and don't put me to the trouble of doing it for you. Miran. My face is the same flesh and blood with