but trust to me for your security; come away, I have your Habit ready.
[Goes out.] --This day shall make thee mine, dear _Isabella_.--

[Exit _Lodwick_ and _Wittmore_.

Enter Sir _Patient_, _Leander_, and _Roger_.

Sir _Pat._ Marry _Lucretia_! is there no Woman in the City fit for you,
but the Daughter of the most notorious fantastical Lady within the
Walls?

_Lean._ Yet that fantastical Lady you thought fit for a Wife for me,
Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Yes, Sir, Foppery with Money had been something; but a poor
Fop, hang't, 'tis abominable.

_Lean._ Pray hear me, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Sirrah, Sirrah, you're a Jackanapes, ingenuously you are,
Sir: marry _Lucretia_, quoth he?

_Lean._ If it were so, Sir, where's her fault?

Sir _Pat._ Why, Mr. Coxcomb, all over. Did I with so much care endeavour
to marry thee to the Mother, only to give thee opportunity with
_Lucretia_?

Enter Lady _Knowell_.

_Lean._ This Anger shews your great Concern for me.

Sir _Pat._ For my Name I am, but 'twere no matter if thou wert hang'd,
and thou deservest it for thy leud cavaliering Opinion.--They say thou
art a Papist too, or at least a Church-of-_England_ Man, and I profess
there's not a Pin to chuse.--Marry _Lucretia_!

L. _Kno._ Were I querimonious, I shou'd resent the Affront this
_Balatroon_ has offer'd me.

_Isab._ Dear Madam, for my sake do not anger him now. [Aside to her.

L. _Kno._ Upon my Honour, you are very free with my Daughter, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ How! she here! now for a Peal from her eternal Clapper; I had
rather be confin'd to an Iron-mill.

L. _Kno._ Sure _Lucretia_ merits a Husband of as much worth as your
Nephew, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ A better, Madam, for he's the leudest Hector in the Town; he
has all the Vices of Youth, Whoring, Swearing, Drinking, Damning,
Fighting,--and a thousand more, numberless and nameless.

L. _Kno._ Time, Sir, may make him more abstemious.

Sir _Pat._ Oh, never, Madam! 'tis in's Nature, he was born with it, he's
given over to Reprobation, 'tis bred i'th' bone,--he's lost.

_Lean._ This is the first good Office that ever he did me.

L. _Kno._ What think you, Sir, if in defiance of your Inurbanity, I take
him with all these Faults my self?

Sir _Pat._ How, Madam!

L. _Kno._ Without more Ambages, Sir, I have consider'd your former
Desires, and have consented to marry him, notwithstanding your
Exprobrations.

Sir _Pat._ May I believe this, Madam? and has your Ladyship that