Volume I Part 89 (1/2)

_Hau._ Hark ye, Lady-- Well, what next now? Oh pox, quite out, quite out; tell me whether the old Man ly'd or no, when he told me you lov'd me.

_Euph._ I love you!

_Hau._ Look you there now, how she looks again.

_Car._ She's only bashful, Sir, before me; therefore if you please to take a small Collation, that has waited within for you this three Hours--

_Hau._ That's strange now, that any thing should wait for me, who was no more expected here than _Bethlehem-Gaber_: Faith now, Lady, this Father of yours is very simple.

_Euph._ To take you for his Son.

_Hau._ I meant to have surpriz'd you I vow, before you had dreamt of me; and when I came, you all knew me as well as if you had cast a Figure for me.

_Car._ Well, Son, you'll follow.

_Euph._ You will not leave me alone, Sir, with a Man?

_Hau._ Go your ways, go your ways-- I shall know more of your Secrets before [_Gload_ makes Grimaces to _Olinda_ of Love.] night yet, you little pouting Hypocrite you.

_Euph._ You know my Secrets! why, who are you?

_Hau._ Ha, ha, ha, that's a very good one faith now: who am I, quoth thou? why there's not a Child thus high in all your Father's House would have ask'd me so simple a Question.

_Olin._ Madam, I find by this Man, this is your expected Lover, whom you must flatter, or you are undone, 'tis _Haunce van Ezel_.

[To _Euphemia_.

_Euph._ The Fop himself.

_Hau._ Oh, do you know me now?

_Euph._ 'Tis impossible.

_Hau._ This is an extreme the other way now. [Aside.

Impossible, ha, ha, ha! No, no, poor thing, do not doubt thy Happiness: for look ye, to confirm you, here are my Bills of Exchange with my own natural Name to them, if you can read written Hand-- [Shews her Papers.

_Glo._ Not love you! I'll swear you lye now, you little Jade, I am now in Masquerade, and you cannot judge of me; but I am Book-keeper and Cas.h.i.+er to my Master, and my Love will turn to account, I'll warrant you.

_Olin._ There may be use made of him. [Aside.

I shall think of it. But pray why are you thus accouter'd?

_Glo._ Fakes, to entertain your Lady, we have brought the whole s.h.i.+p's Company too in Masquerade.

_Olin._ That indeed will be very proper at this time of the Day, and the first Visit too.

_Glo._ Shaw, that's nothing, you little think what Blades we are mun-- Sir, I'll call in the Fiddles and the Company.

_Hau._ Well remember'd, faith, now I had e'en forgot it.

_Euph._ What's the meaning of this? [Fiddles strike up.

_Hau._ To show you the difference between the d.a.m.nable dull Gravity of the _Spanish_, and brisk Gaiety of the _Dutch_. Come, come, begin all.