Volume Iv Part 104 (2/2)

Sir _Row._ Nothing under _Teresia_--Gad, I think some old Dog-Star reigns to Day, that so many old Hearts are burning in their Sockets--I'm in love with this young t.i.ttymouse here, most d.a.m.nably--Well, what say you, Widow? Speak now, or you know the Proverb.

L. _Youth._ Well, Sir _Rowland_, you are too hard for me.

[Ex. all but _Teresia_.

Enter _Olivia_, runs to her and embraces her.

_Ter._ 'Tis as you said, _Olivia_, I am destin'd to your Father.

_Oliv._ What, the Sentence is past then?

_Ter._ Ay, but the Devil is in us, if we stay till Execution Day: Why, this is worse than being mew'd up at _Hackney-School_--my Fortune's my own, without my Grandmother, and with that Stock I'll set up for my self, and see what Traffick this wide World affords a young beginner.

_Oliv._ That's well resolv'd; I am of the same mind, rather than marry Mr. _Welborn_, whom I never saw.--But prithee let's see what we have in Stock, besides ready Money--What Toys and Knick-nacks to invite.

_Ter._ Faith, my Inventory is but small--Let me see--First, one pretty well made Machine, call'd a Body, of a very good Motion, fit for several uses--one pretty conceited Head-Piece, that will fit any body's c.o.xcomb,--when 'tis grave and dull, 'twill fit an Alderman; when politick and busy, a Statesman; turn it to Intrigue, 'twill fit a City Wife; and to Invention, it will set up an Evidence.

_Oliv._ Very well!

_Ter._ _Item_, One Tongue, that will prattle Love, if you put the Heart in time (for they are Commodities I resolve shall go together) I have Youth enough to please a Lover, and Wit enough to please my self.

_Oliv._ Most excellent Trifles all! As for my out-side, I leave to the Discretion of the Chafferer; but I have a rare Device, call'd an Invention, that can do many Feats; a Courage that wou'd stock a Coward; and a pretty Implement, call'd a Heart, that will strike fire with any convenient force: I have eight thousand Pounds to let out on any able Security, but not a Groat unless I like the Man.

_Ter._ Thus furnish'd, we shall ruin all the _Jews_, and undo the _India_ Houses--But where shall we show? where meet with the Love-Merchants?

_Oliv._ What think you of the Gallery at the Play in Masks?

_Ter._ Shu, a State-Trick, first taken up by Women of Quality, and now run into Ridicule, by all the little common Devils of the Town; and is only a Trap for a Termer, a small new rais'd Officer, or a City Cully, where they baul out their eighteen Pence in Baudy, and filthy Nonsense, to the disturbance of the whole House, and the King's Peace: the Men of Quality have forsaken it.

_Oliv._ What think you of the _Mall_?

_Ter._ As too publick to end an Intrigue; our Affairs require a Conquest as sudden as that of _Caesar_, who came, saw and overcame.

_Oliv._ 'Tis true, besides there's so many Cruisers, we shall never board a Prize. What think you of the Church?

_Ter._ An hypocritical s.h.i.+ft; of all Masks I hate that of Religion; and it shou'd be the last place I'd wish to meet a Lover in, unless to marry him.

_Oliv._ And, Faith, that's the last thing a Lover shou'd do, but we are compell'd to haste, 'tis our last Refuge; if we cou'd but see and like our Men, the business were soon dispatcht.--Let me see--Faith, e'en put on Breeches too, and thus disguis'd seek our Fortune--I am within these three days to be fetch'd from _Hackney School_, where my Father believes me still to be, and thou in that time to be marry'd to the old Gentleman; Faith, resolve--and let's in and dress thee--away, here's my Lady--

[They run out.

SCENE II. A Chamber.

Enter _Mirtilla_ and Mrs. _Manage_.

_Mir._ Ah, let me have that Song again.

A Song by Mr. _Gildon_.

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