pain I am oblig'd to be civil to her, but I
consider her Quality, her Husband was too an Alderman, your Friend, and
a great Ay and No Man i' th' City, and a painful Promoter of the good
Cause.

Sir _Pat._ But she's a Fop, my Lady _Fancy_, and ever was so, an idle
conceited she Fop; and has Vanity and Tongue enough to debauch any
Nation under civil Government: but, Patience, thou art a Virtue, and
Affliction will come.--Ah, I'm very sick, alas, I have not long to dwell
amongst the Wicked, Oh, oh.--_Roger_, is the Doctor come?

Enter _Roger_.

_Rog._ No, Sir, but he has sent you a small draught of a Pint, which you
are to take, and move upon't.

Sir _Pat._ Ah,--Well, I'll in and take it;--Ah--Sir, I crave your
Patience for a moment, for I design you shall see my Daughter, I'll not
make long work on't, Sir: alas, I would dispose of her before I die:
Ah,--I'll bring her to you, Sir, Ah, Ah.--
[Goes out with _Roger_.

L. _Fan._ He's always thus when visited, to save Charges,--But how, dear
_Wittmore_, cam'st thou to think of a Name and Country so readily?

_Wit._ Egad, I was at the height of my Invention, and the Alderman
civilly and kindly assisted me with the rest; but how to undeceive him--

L. _Fan._ Take no care for that, in the mean time you'll be shreudly
hurt to have the way laid open to our Enjoyment, and that by my
Husband's procurement too: But take heed, dear _Wittmore_, whilst you
only design to feign a Courtship, you do it not in good earnest.

_Wit._ Unkind Creature!

L. _Fan._ I would not have you endanger her Heart neither: for thou hast
Charms will do't.--Prithee do not put on thy best Looks, nor speak thy
softest Language; for if thou dost, thou canst not fail to undo her.

_Wit._ Well, my pretty Flatterer, to free her Heart and thy Suspicions,
I'll make such aukward Love as shall persuade her, however she chance to
like my Person, to think most leudly of my Parts.--But 'tis fit I take
my leave, for if _Lodwick_ or _Leander_ see me here, all will be ruin'd;
death, I had forgot that.

L. _Fan._ _Leander's_ seldom at home, and you must time your Visits: but
see Sir _Patient's_ return'd, and with him your new Mistress.

Enter Sir _Patient_ and _Isabella_.

Sir _Pat._ Here's my Daughter _Isabella_, Mr. _Fainlove_: she'll serve
for a Wife, Sir, as times go; but I hope you are none of
those.--Sweet-heart, this Gentleman I have design'd you, he's rich and
young, and I am old and sickl