Volume Iv Part 103 (2/2)
L. _Youth._ Where's Sir _Rowland Marteen_? Oh, your Servant, Sir, I am come.
[Runs against _George_.
_Tw.a.n.g._ Your Ladys.h.i.+p is mistaken, this is not Sir _Rowland_, but a handsome proper young Man.
L. _Youth._ A young Man! I cry your mercy heartily--Young Man, I alighted in the Sun, and am almost blind.
_Geo._ With wondrous old Age. [Aside.
L. _Youth._ Good lack, Sir _Rowland_, that I should mistake a young Man so!
Sir _Row._ Ay, Madam, and such a young Man too.
L. _Youth._ Ay, ay, I see him now. [Puts on her Spectacles.
_Geo._ S'death, what a Sepulcher is here to bury a Husband in? How came she to escape the Flood? for sure she was not born since.
[Aside.
Sir _Row._ This is the l.u.s.ty Lad, my Son _George_, I told your Ladys.h.i.+p of.
L. _Youth._ Cot so, cot so, is it so, Sir? I ask your Pardon, Sir. Mr.
_Tw.a.n.g_, take a survey of him, and give me your Opinion of his Person and his Parts.
_Tw.a.n.g._ Truly, Madam, the young Man is of a comely Personage and Lineaments.
L. _Youth._ Of what, Sir?--Lord, I have such a Cold. [Coughs.
_Geo._ Which she got when the _Picts_ went naked.
L. _Blun._ Madam, you have a Power over Sir _Rowland_; pray intreat him to take his Son, Sir _Merlin_, into Grace again.
[To _Teresia_.
_Ter._ That, Sir, you must grant me; pray let me know the Quarrel.
[Sir _Rowland_ seems to tell.
_Geo._ By Heaven, she's fair as the first ruddy Streaks of opening Day.
[Looking on _Teresia_.
Young as the budding Rose, soft as a _Cupid_, but never felt his Dart, she is so full of Life and Gaiety. Pray, Madam, who is that Lady?
[To Lady _Blun._
L. _Blun._ The Grandchild of your Mistress, and your Mother that must be.
_Geo._ Then I shall cuckold my Father, that's certain. [Aside.
Sir _Row._ For your sake, Madam, once again I re-establish him in my family; but the first Fault cas.h.i.+ers him--Come, let's in--Here, my Lady _Youthly_, take _George_ by the hand; but have a care of the young Rogue, if he comes once to touch so brisk a Widow, he sets her Heart on fire.
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