[_Affectedly._

FRANKTON. Disgusting vanity! [_Aside._]--No, madam,--the number of your
admirers is at least equal to that of your acquaintance;--but there is only
one, who sincerely _loves_, as well as admires you.

LOVEYET. Come, come, sir; none of your airs, sir:--_love_ her
indeed;--why--why, she don't love _you_.
[_Ogling and winking at her, &c._

WORTHNOUGHT. Ha, ha, gudgeons all, demme;--old square toes is cursedly
bit; I see that. [_Aside._

MARIA. Mr. Loveyet, I return'd the trunk to your son.

HUMPHRY. His son.--Ha, ha.

LOVEYET. Yes, yes, he told me so just now:--the poor dog was ready to jump
out of his skin, when I told him he should have Harriet.

_Enter CANTWELL and HERALD._

WORTHNOUGHT. Oh, the devil!--Now shall I be blown up, like a barrel of
gun-powder. [_Aside._

CANTWELL. Servant, gentlemen and ladies.--How is your daughter, Mr.
Trueman? I hope she is likely to do well.

TRUEMAN. I hope she is, madam; it is a match which we all approve.

CANTWELL. No, no, sir; I mean concerning her late affair.

HERALD. Why, young Loveyet certainly would not stoop so low, as to have her
now.

TRUEMAN. 'Zounds! Why not, pray?

LOVEYET. What, in the name of ill luck, can they mean!--I hope, I--oh,
there they come.

_Enter HARRIET and CHARLES LOVEYET._

CANTWELL. Oh, dear, here they are;--why she don't look as if that was
the case. [_To HERALD._

TRUEMAN. I desire, ladies, to know what you mean, by these mysterious
whispers.

CANTWELL. La! sir; you only want to put a body to the blush; but if you
want an explanation, that gentleman [_Pointing to WORTHNOUGHT._] can give
it to you.

CHARLES. The villain! [_Aside._]--I fancy _I_ could explain it as well.

WORTHNOUGHT. Hem, hem,--now comes on my trial. [_Aside._

CHARLES. But first,--your blessing, sir. [_Kneels to his father._

HARRIET. And yours, sir. [_Kneels to TRUEMAN._

LOVEYET. What,--married already!

CHARLES. This ten minutes, sir. [_Rising._

CANTWELL }
AND } Married!
HERALD }

WORTHNOUGHT. Then my ill-star'd fortune is decided. [_Aside._

TRUEMAN. Upon my erudition, you have been too precipitate, Harriet; but
I have no reason to think, you wi