[_Goes in._

HUMPHRY. Like enough, for I'm a going home in the country to-morrow.

[_Exit._

SCENE VII. _TRUEMAN'S House._

_Enter TRUEMAN_ [_reading a letter_].

This is very unaccountable;--Richard Worthnought, eigh:--I wish, Mr.
Worthnought, you had been at my school a while, before you scrawl'd this
wretched epistle:--but the subject is still more unintelligible.

_Enter WORTHNOUGHT._

WORTHNOUGHT. Mr. Trueman, I am yours.

TRUEMAN. I deny it.--Heaven forbid, such a thing as you should be either
mine or my daughter's!

WORTHNOUGHT. I should not gain much credit by the alliance, I believe.--You
have received my letter, sir, I presume.

TRUEMAN. I think you _presume_--rather more than becomes you, sir.

WORTHNOUGHT. I find, the foolish old Put don't like me. [_Aside._]--I am
sorry you do not approve of my offer; but, but--a--rat me, but I must have
her, for all that. Ha, ha, ha;--'foregad, I must, old gentleman.

_Enter OLD LOVEYET._

LOVEYET. But I say you shall not have her, sir;--there, I suppose you will
have the impudence to call _me old_ gentleman next.

WORTHNOUGHT. Demme, sir; what have _you_ to do with his daughter?

LOVEYET. Nothing; but my son has something to do with her: ha'n't he,
friend Horace?

TRUEMAN. Heyday! what does all this mean?--Has any State rejected the new
Constitution?

WORTHNOUGHT. Come, let's have no palitics, for gad's sake;--rat the
canstitution:--I wou'dn't give _une Fille de joye_, for all the musty
canstitutions in christendom.

TRUEMAN. By the dignity of my profession, you never read Publius then; or
you would have liked _one_ constitution.

WORTHNOUGHT. Publius! ha, ha, ha.--I read Publius! Not I, sir, I assure
you:--an _outre_ fellow,--a dull, mysterious, mechanical writer, as ever I
refused to read, split me.

LOVEYET. So he is, so he is, sir: by my body, I am glad to find _somebody_
of my mind.

[_TRUEMAN and LOVEYET retire to the back of the stage._

_Enter FRANKTON and HUMPHRY._

FRANKTON. You saw him go into Miss Airy's house, this morning, you say.

HUMPHRY. Yes. [_Walks thoughtlessly about the stage._

FRANKTON. I think, this is a tolerable confirmation of the matter.
[_Aside._

WORTHNOUGHT. Hah,--Frankton;--'foregad, I am yours, sup