Volume Iv Part 121 (2/2)

_Mir._ _Manage_ will furnish you from my Wardrobe.

[Exit _Olivia_ with _Manage_.

Enter _Teresia_.

_Geo._ And see my good Genius appears too.

_Ter._ See, Sir, I am resolv'd to be welcome to your Arms; look, here are the Writings of the Estate my Grandfather left me, and here's three thousand Pound my Grandmother has settled on me, upon her Marriage with you.

[Gives him the Writings.

_Geo._ And here's my Father's Estate settled on me--Come, let's put them together--and go in, and let the Parson do as much for us.

[Puts 'em in her Case.

_Ter._ But have you very well considered this Matter?

_Geo._ Teresia, we'll do like most Couples, marry first, and consider afterwards-- [Leads her in.

Enter a Footman.

_Foot._ Sir, here's Sir _Merlin_, with a Lady mask'd, wou'd speak with you.

_Wel._ Carry 'em into the Dining-Room, I'll wait on 'em anon.

[Exeunt _Omnes_.

SCENE IV. _My Lady _Youthly's_; Discovers her, and _Lettice_ dressing her._

L. _Youth._ Hold the Gla.s.s higher, _Lettice_; is not this Tour too brown?--Methinks it does not give a youthful Aire to my Face.

_Lett._ That's not in Nature.

L. _Youth._ Like Nature! Ay, but Nature's self wants Art, nor does this Fontange suit with my Complexion--put on a little more red, _Lettice_, on my Cheeks, and Lips.

[She does so.

_Lett._ Ay, for they are but a little too much upon the _Coventry_-Blue--This Tour must come more forward, Madam, to hide the Wrinkles at the corners of your Eyes-- [Pulls it.

L. _Youth._ Ay, _Lettice_, but there are others, that neither Tours, nor Paint, nor Patches will hide, I fear--yet altogether, _Lettice_-- [Puts on her Spectacles, and looks in the Gla.s.s.

Enter _Sir Rowland_.

Sir _Row._ What, no Bride yet, nor Bridegroom?

L. _Youth._ Ay, what can be the meaning of this?

Sir _Row._ But _Teresia_, Madam, where can she be gadding?

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