ady L._ Sir, I'll blast your reputation, and so ruin your credit.

_Smug._ Blast my reputation! he! he! he! Why, I'm a religious man,
madam; I have been very instrumental in the reformation of manners. Ruin
my credit! Ah, poor woman! There is but one way, madam----you have a
sweet leering eye.

_Lady L._ You instrumental in the reformation?--How?

_Smug._ I whipp'd all the pau-pau women out of the parish--Ah, that
leering eye! Ah, that lip! that lip!

_Lady L._ Here's a religious rogue for you, now!--As I hope to be saved,
I have a good mind to beat the old monster.

_Smug._ Madam, I have brought you about two hundred and fifty guineas (a
great deal of money, as times go) and----

_Lady L._ Come, give 'em me.

_Smug._ Ah, that hand, that hand! that pretty, soft, white----I have
brought it; but the condition of the obligation is such, that whereas
that leering eye, that pouting lip, that pretty soft hand, that--you
understand me; you understand; I'm sure you do, you little rogue----

_Lady L._ Here's a villain, now, so covetous, that he would bribe me
with my own money. I'll be revenged. [_Aside._]--Upon my word, Mr.
Alderman, you make me blush,--what d'ye mean, pray?

_Smug._ See here, madam. [_Pulls his Purse out._]--Buss and guinea! buss
and guinea! buss and guinea!

_Lady L._ Well, Mr. Alderman, you have such pretty winning ways, that I
will--ha! ha! ha!

_Smug._ Will you, indeed, he! he! he! my little cocket? And when, and
where, and how?

_Lady L._ 'Twill be a difficult point, sir, to secure both our honours:
you must therefore be disguised, Mr. Alderman.

_Smug._ Pshaw! no matter; I am an old fornicator; I'm not half so
religious as I seem to be. You little rogue, why I'm disguised as I am;
our sanctity is all outside, all hypocrisy.

_Lady L._ No man is seen to come into this house after dark; you must
therefore sneak in, when 'tis dark, in woman's clothes.

_Smug._ With all my heart----I have a suit on purpose, my little cocket;
I love to be disguised; 'ecod, I make a very handsome woman, 'ecod, I
do.

_Enter_ SERVANT, _who whispers_ LADY LUREWELL.

_Lady L._ Oh, Mr. Alderman, shall I beg you to walk into the next room?
Here are some strangers coming up.

_Smug._ Buss and guinea first--Ah, my little cocket! [_Exit._

_Enter_ SIR H. WILDAIR.

_Sir H._ My life, my soul, my all that Heaven can give!----

_Lady L._ Death's life with thee, without thee death to live. Welcome,
my