his Permission; and I doubt not but I shall by
my Respects to him gain his Consent,--to cuckold him.
[Aside.

Sir _Pat._ I profess ingenuously, a very discreet young Man.

_Wit._ But, Madam, when may I promise my self the satisfaction of coming
again? For I'm impatient for the Sight and Enjoyment of the fair Person
I love.

L. _Fan._ Sir, you may come at night, and something I will do by that
time shall certainly give you that access you wish for.

_Wit._ May I depend upon that Happiness?

L. _Fan._ Oh, doubt not my power over Sir _Patient_.

Sir _Pat._ My Lady _Fancy_, you promise largely.

L. _Fan._ Sir _Patient_ here!

_Wit._ A Devil on him, wou'd I were well off: now must I dissemble,
profess, and lye most confoundedly.

Sir _Pat._ Your Servant, Sir, your Servant.--My Lady _Fancy_, your
Ladyship, is well entertain'd I see; have a care you make me not
jealous, my Lady _Fancy_.

L. _Fan._ Indeed I have given you cause, Sir _Patient_, for I have been
entertaining a Lover, and one you must admit of too.

Sir _Pat._ Say you so, my Lady _Fancy_?--Well, Sir, I am a Man of
Reason, and if you shew me good causes why, can bid you welcome, for I
do nothing without Reason and Precaution.

_Wit._ Sir, I have--

Sir _Pat._ I know what you wou'd say, Sir; few Words denoteth a Wise
Head,--you wou'd say that you have an Ambition to be my Son-in-Law.

_Wit._ You guess most right, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Nay, Sir, I'll warrant I'll read a Man as well as the best,
I have studied it.

_Wit._ Now, Invention, help me or never.

Sir _Pat._ Your Name, I pray?
[Putting off his Hat gravely at every Word.

_Wit._ _Fainlove_, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ Good Mr. _Fainlove_, your Country?

_Wit._ _Yorkshire_, Sir.

Sir _Pat._ What, not Mr. _Fainlove's_ Son of _Yorkshire_, who was
knighted in the good days of the late Lord Protector?
[Off his Hat.

_Wit._ The same, Sir.--I am in, but how to come off again the Devil take
me if I know.
[Aside.

Sir _Pat._ He was a Man of admirable parts, believe me, a notable Head
piece, a publick-spirited Person, and a good Commonwealths-man, that he
was, on my word.--Your Estate, Sir, I pray?
[Hat off.

_Wit._ I have not impair'd it, Sir, and I presume you know its
value:--For I am a Dog if I do.
[Aside.

Sir _Pat._ O' my Word, 'tis then considerable, Sir; for he left but one
Son, and fourteen hundred Pounds _per Annum_, as I take it: which Son,
I hear, is lately come f