Volume Ii Part 50 (2/2)

_Laboir_, Man to _Tom Wilding_.

Boy, Page to Lady _Galliard_.

Boy, Page to _Diana_.

Guests, Footmen, Musick, &c.

WOMEN.

Lady _Galliard_, a rich City-Widow, in love with

Mrs. _Barry_.

_Wilding_,

_Charlot_, The City-Heiress, in love with _Wilding_, Mrs. _Butler_.

_Diana_, Mistress to _Wilding_, and kept by him, Mrs. _Corror_.

Mrs. _Clacket_, a City Baud and Puritan, Mrs. _Novice_.

Mrs. _Closet_, Woman to Lady _Galliard_, Mrs. _Lee_.

Mrs. _Sensure_, Sir _Timothy's_ Housekeeper.

_Betty_, Maid to _Diana_.

Maid at _Charlot's_ lodging.

SCENE, _Within the Walls of_ London.

ACT I.

SCENE I. _The Street_.

_Enter Sir_ Timothy Treat-all, _follow'd by_ Tom Wilding bare, Sir_ Charles Meriwill, Foppington, _and Footman with a Cloke_.

Sir _Tim_. Trouble me no more: for I am resolv'd, deaf and obdurate, d'ye see, and so forth.

_Wild_. I beseech ye, Uncle, hear me.

Sir _Tim_. No.

_Wild_. Dear Uncle--

Sir _Tim_. No.

_Wild_. You will be mortify'd--

Sir _Tim_. No.

_Wild_. At least hear me out, Sir.

Sir _Tim_. No, I have heard you out too often, Sir, till you have talkt me out of many a fair Thousand; have had ye out of all the Bayliffs, Serjeants, and Constables Clutches about Town, Sir; have brought you out of all the Surgeons, Apothecaries, and pocky Doctors Hands, that ever pretended to cure incurable Diseases; and have crost ye out of the Books of all the Mercers, Silk-men, Exchange-men, Taylors, Shoemakers, and Sempstresses; with all the rest of the unconscionable City-tribe of the long Bill, that had but Faith enough to trust, and thought me Fool enough to pay.

Sir _Char_. But, Sir, consider, he's your own Flesh and Blood.

Sir _Tim_. That's more than I'll swear.

Sir _Char_. Your only Heir.

Sir _Tim_. That's more than you or any of his wise a.s.sociates can tell, Sir.

Sir _Char_. Why his wise a.s.sociates? Have you any Exception to the Company he keeps? This reflects on me and young _Dresswell_, Sir, Men both of Birth and Fortune.

Sir _Tim_. Why, good Sir _Charles Meriwill_, let me tell you, since you'll have it out, That you and young _Dresswell_ are able to debauch, destroy, and confound all the young imitating Fops in Town.

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