I will for once forgive you.
But let's have no more Night-works, no more Gambols, I beseech you, good
Mr. _Fainlove_.

_Wit._ I humbly thank ye, Sir, and do beseech you to tell the dear
Creature that writ this, that I love her more than Life or Fortune, and
that I wou'd sooner have kill'd the Man that usurp'd my place last
Night, than have assisted him.

L. _Fan._ Were you not false, then?--Now hang me if I do not credit him.
[Aside.

Sir _Pat._ Alas, good Lady! how she's concern'd for my Interest, she's
even jealous for my Daughter.
[Aside.

_Wit._ False! charge me not with unprofitable Sins; wou'd I refuse a
Blessing, or blaspheme a Power that might undo me? wou'd I die in my
full vigorous Health, or live in constant Pain? All this I cou'd, sooner
than be untrue.

Sir _Pat._ Ingenuously, my Lady _Fancy_, he speaks discreetly, and to
purpose.

L. _Fan._ Indeed, my Dear, he does, and like an honest Gentleman: and I
shou'd think my self very unreasonable not to believe him.--And, Sir,
I'll undertake your Peace shall be made with your Mistress.

Sir _Pat._ Well, I am the most fortunate Man in a Wife, that ever had
the blessing of a good one.

_Wit._ Madam, let me fall at your Feet, and thank you for this
Bounty.--Make it your own case, and then consider what returns ought to
be made to the most passionate and faithful of Lovers.
[Kneels.

Sir _Pat._ I profess a wonderful good natur'd Youth, this; rise, Sir, my
Lady _Fancy_ shall do you all the kind Offices she can, o' my word, she
shall.

L. _Fan._ I'm all Obedience, Sir, and doubtless shall obey you.

Sir _Pat._ You must, indeed you must; and, Sir, I'll defer your
Happiness no longer, this Day you shall be marry'd.

_Wit._ This Day, Sir!--why, the Writings are not made.

Sir _Pat._ No matter, Mr. _Fainlove_; her Portion shall be equivalent to
the Jointure you shall make her, I take it, that's sufficient.

_Wit._ A Jointure, quoth he! it must be in new _Eutopian_ Land
then.--And must I depart thus, without a kind Word, a Look, or a Billet,
to signify what I am to expect.
[Looking on her slily.

Sir _Pat._ Come, my Lady _Fancy_, shall I wait on you down to Prayer!
Sir, you will get your self in order for your Marriage, the great Affair
of human Life; I must to my Morning's Devotion: Come, Madam.
[She endeavours to make Signs to _Wittmore_.

L. _Fan._ Alas, Sir, the sad Discourse you lately made me, has so
disorder'd me, and given