Volume Iv Part 117 (1/2)

Sir _Row._ What's here, my Rogue?

_Tw.a.n.g._ What's the matter, Gentlemen, that ye enter the House in this hostile manner?

Sir _Morg._ What, Mr. _Tw.a.n.g_, de see!

Sir _Mer._ Ay, ay--stand by Divinity--and know, that we, the Pillars of the Nation, are come, de see--to ravish.

L. _Blun._ Oh, my dear Sir Morgan. [Embraces him.

Sir _Morg._ I do not intend to ravish, like a _Jew_, in my own Tribe--

L. _Youth._ What say they, Mr. _Tw.a.n.g_, ravish? Oh, save my Honour--lead me to my Bed-Chamber, where, if they dare venture to come, they come upon their Peril.

[_Tw.a.n.g_ leads her out. Sir _Morgan_ goes to _Ter._

Sir _Mer._ Old Fellow, do'st hear? Sir _Pandarus_ of _Troy_, deliver me my _Cressida_, de see, peacefully, or I am resolved to bear her off _Vi & Armis_.

L. _Blun._ Sweet Nephew, retire, we are just upon making your Peace.

Sir _Mer._ Ha--Old Queen _Gwiniver_, without her Ruff on?

[Sir _Merlin_ takes hold of her to bear her off; she cries out: Sir _Rowland_ draws upon him. As they are going to fight, _George_ enters.

_Geo._ Is there a Man in Nature's Race so vile, dares lift a guilty Hand against his Father?

Sir _Mer._ Father me no Fathers; I fight for _Teresia_, my lawfully begotten Spouse.

_Geo._ That I once called you Brother, saves your Life; therefore resign your Sword here at his reverend Feet.

Sir _Mer._ Sirrah, you lye, Sirrah--

_Geo._ There, drag away this Brute. [Disarms him. To the Footman.

Sir _Mer._ Rogues, Dogs, bring Mrs. _Teresia_ along with you.

_Ter._ Sure this is my fine Fellow--and yet the very same that's to be married to my Grandmother; nor can that City Habit hide the Gentleman.

[_George_ speaks this while with his Father, who embraces him.

Sir _Morg._ Burnt, say you, Mrs. _Teresia_, de see--my Lady _Mirtilla_ burnt! Nay, then, 'tis time to go to sleep, get sober, and marry again.

[Goes out.

Sir _Row._ Enough, my Boy, enough; thou deserv'st my whole Estate, and thou shalt have it, Boy--This day thou shalt marry the Widow, and I her Grand-child. I'll to my Lawyers, and settle all upon thee instantly.

[Goes out.

_Geo._ How, marry to day--Old Gentleman, you must be cozen'd; and, Faith, that goes against my Conscience--Ha, the Fair, the Young _Teresia_ there--When a man's bent upon Wickedness, the Devil never wants an Opportunity to present him with, that she shou'd be in my way now--Fair Creature, are you resolv'd to be my Mother-in-law?

_Ter._ As sure as you to be my Grandfather, Sir--And see--the News of your being come, has rais'd my Grandmother.

Enter _Lettice_, my Lady's maid, and Lady _Youthly_.