Volume Iv Part 72 (1/2)

_Ran._ Rather that he should love no body's Body besides my own; but my fortune is too good to trust the Rogue, my Money makes me an Infidel.

_Chris._ You think they all love you for that.

_Ran._ For that, ay, what else? if it were not for that, I might sit still and sigh, and cry out, a Miracle! a Miracle! at sight of a Man within my Doors.

Enter _Maid_.

_Maid._ Madam, here's a young Gentleman without wou'd speak with you.

_Sure._ With me? sure thou'rt mistaken; is it not _Friendly_?

_Maid._ No, Madam, 'tis a Stranger.

_Ran._ 'Tis not _Daring_, that Rogue, is it?

_Maid._ No, Madam.

_Ran._ Is he handsome? does he look like a Gentleman?

_Maid._ He's handsome, and seems a Gentleman.

_Ran._ Bring him in then, I hate a Conversation without a Fellow,--hah,--a good handsome Lad indeed.

Enter _Hazard_ with a Letter.

_Sure._ With me, Sir, would you speak?

_Haz._ If you are Madam _Surelove_.

_Sure._ So I am call'd.

_Haz._ Madam, I am newly arriv'd from _England_, and from your Husband my Kinsman bring you this.-- [Gives a Letter.

_Ran._ Please you to sit, Sir.

_Haz._ She's extremely handsome. [Aside--sits down.

_Ran._ Come, Sir, will you smoke a Pipe?

_Haz._ I never do, Madam.

_Ran._ Oh, fie upon't, you must learn then, we all smoke here, 'tis a part of good Breeding.--Well, well, what Cargo, what Goods have ye? any Points, Lace, rich Stuffs, Jewels; if you have, I'll be your Chafferer, I live hard by, any body will direct you to the Widow _Ranter's_.

_Haz._ I have already heard of you, Madam.

_Ran._ What, you are like all the young Fellows, the first thing they do when they come to a strange Place, is to enquire what Fortunes there are.

_Haz._ Madam, I had no such Ambition.

_Ran._ Gad, then you're a Fool, Sir; but come, my service to you; we rich Widows are the best Commodity this Country affords, I'll tell you that.