Volume Ii Part 61 (2/2)

Sir _Tim_. Good Lord! Ay, ay, 'tis so; the plaguy Rogue my Nephew has got her. That Heaven shou'd drop such Blessings in the Mouths of the wicked!

Well, _Jervice_, what Company have we in the House, _Jervice_?

_Jer_. Why, truly, Sir, a fine deal, considering there's no Parliament.

Sir _Tim_. What Lords have we, _Jervice_?

_Jer_. Lords, Sir, truly none.

Sir _Tim_. None! what, ne'er a Lord! some mishap will befall me, some dire mischance! Ne'er a Lord! ominous, ominous! our Party dwindles daily.

What, nor Earl, nor Marquess, nor Duke, nor ne'er a Lord! Hum, my Wine will lie most villanously upon my Hands to Night. _Jervice_, what, have we store of Knights and Gentlemen?

_Jer_. I know not what Gentlemen there be, Sir; but there are Knights, Citizens, their Wives and Daughters.

Sir _Tim_. Make us thankful for that; our Meat will not lie upon our Hands then, _Jervice_: I'll say that for our little Londoners, they are as tall Fellows at a well-charg'd Board as any in Christendom.

_Jer_. Then, Sir, there's Nonconformist-Parsons.

Sir _Tim_. Nay, then we shall have a clear Board; for your true Protestant Appet.i.te in a Lay-Elder, does a Man's Table Credit.

_Jer_. Then, Sir, there's Country Justices and Grand-Jury-Men.

Sir _Tim_. Well enough, well enough, _Jervice_.

_Enter Mrs_. Sensure.

_Sen_. An't like your Wors.h.i.+p, Mr. _Wilding_ is come in with a Lady richly drest in Jewels, mask'd, in his Hand, and will not be deny'd speaking with your Wors.h.i.+p.

Sir _Tim_. Hah, rich in Jewels! this must be she. My Sword again, _Jervice_.--Bring 'em up, _Sensure_.--Prithee how do I look to Night, _Jervice_?

[_Setting himself_.

_Jer_. Oh, most methodically, Sir.

_Enter_ Wild, _with_ Diana, _and_ Betty.

_Wild_. Sir, I have brought into your kind protection the richest Jewel all London can afford, fair Mrs. _Charlot Gett-all_.

Sir _Tim_. Bless us, she's ravis.h.i.+ng fair! Lady, I had the honour of being intimate with your worthy Father. I think he has been dead--

_Dia_. If he catechize me much on that point, I shall spoil all.

[_Aside_.

Alas, Sir, name him not; for if you do, [_weeping_.

I'm sure I cannot answer you one Question.

_Wild_. For Heaven sake, Sir, name not her Father to her; the bare remembrance of him kills her. [_Aside to him_.

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