ive me a sweet kiss. [_Offers
to kiss her._] 'Sblood! I can't bear it any longer. [_Snatches a
kiss._]--Ugh, ugh.

MARIA. What a preposterous old dotard! [_Aside._]--You will excuse me, Mr.
Loveyet; I have company waiting for me.

LOVEYET. By all means, my blossom;--it goes to my very heart to part with
you, though;--but go to your company, my love, go, go.--I wou'dn't
disoblige you, nor put the least thing in your way, for the seraglio--of
the Grand Seignior. You may give up the trunk to my son now, if he calls
for it, my love. [_Exit MARIA._] Oh, what a dear creature! Such sweet
lips,--such panting, precious, plump, little--oh, I cou'd jump out of my
skin at the thoughts of it!--By my body, I must have her, and poor Charles
may have Harriet, for all.--A fig for both the Constitutions now, I say; I
wou'dn't give my dear little Maria for a score of them.

[_Exit._

SCENE VI. _A Street._

_Enter YOUNG LOVEYET._

I wish I could find that fellow;--I cannot think he has been
treacherous;--but it is very strange, neither he nor my man have returned
yet:--I am tired of seeking Frankton too;--since he made free to call at
Harriet's for me, I think I will go to Miss Airy's for him: they say she
lives near by. [_Enter HUMPHRY._]--Well, sir, what have you done with the
trunk?

HUMPHRY. Why, what you told me, to be sure. I've been a making your man
Cuffy drunk, with some of the money you give me; but he's 'most sober now.

LOVEYET. Did you see Mr. Frankton?

HUMPHRY. No; but I carried the trunk to his lodgings though: I was just a
going to Mr. Airy's, to see if I cou'dn't find you there.

LOVEYET. Mr. Airy's?

HUMPHRY. Aye,--where Mr. Frankton lodges; number two hundred and
twenty-one;--there it is before your eyes.

LOVEYET. That is number one hundred and twenty-two;--you did not carry it
there, I hope.

HUMPHRY. Yes I did.--Why isn't that the place?

LOVEYET. Confound your dull brains!--Did you not enquire who liv'd there?

HUMPHRY. Yes, Mr. Airy lives there.

LOVEYET. What a strange circumstance!--You are sure Mr. Airy lives there.

HUMPHRY. Sure and sartin;--why I see the young lady you're a going to be
married to, and I give her the trunk; for I think the sarvint said how Mr.
Frankton lodg'd there.--I hope there's no harm done.

LOVEYET. I hope so too;--I must step in, and see; but this is the last time
I shall send you with a message.