my Cheek, and sigh, and often
(when alone) wou'd send for me, and smile, and talk, and set my Hair in
Curls, to make me saucy and familiar with her. One Day she said,
_Endimion_, thy Name-sake was thus caress'd by _Cynthia_: A Goddess did
not scorn the humble Swain, whom by her Love she equal'd to her Deity.
She found that I had Sense to understand her, and paid her Advances back
with equal Ardour.

_Geo._ Oh, Curse! where learnt she all this Wickedness? [Aside.

_Oliv._ But she being oblig'd to go for _Flanders_, to see her Sister
take the holy Habit, I feign'd a Sickness to be left behind, hoping that
Absence might abate her Flame; yet she return'd more amorous, and
fearing the Thefts of Love might wound her Honour, she thought a Husband
would secure that Shame; and luckily my Aunt arriv'd from _Wales_, and
brought Sir _Morgan_ with her, who lodging where we did, at Mrs.
_Manage's_, my Aunt (that doats on Quality in either Sex) made up this
hasty Match, unknown to me, though for my sake.

_Geo._ What will not faithless Woman do, when she is raging?

_Oliv._ And now having so well prepar'd the way, she grows impatient for
an Opportunity; and thou art arriv'd, most happily to succour me.

_Geo._ No, for some days keep this habit on, it may be useful to us; but
I must see this faithless perjur'd Woman, which I must contrive with
Mrs. _Manage_.

_Oliv._ Yet pray resolve to see my Father first; for now's the critical
time to make thy Fortune: he came to Town last night, and lodges here at
Mrs. _Manage's_, with my Aunt _Blunder_.

_Geo._ What, in the House with thee, and not know thee?

_Oliv._ No more than a Priest Compassion; he thinks me at _Hackney_,
making Wax Babies, where he intends to visit me within these three
days,--But I forgot to tell you, our Brother, Sir _Merlin_, lodges in
this House with you; and shou'd he know you--

_Geo._ 'Tis impossible--I've not see him, or my Father, these five
Years. Absence, my Growth, and this unexpected Equipage, will not be
penetrated by his Capacity.

_Oliv._ True, he'll never look for his Brother _George_, in the
Gallantry and Person of Monsieur _Lejere_--My good Father expects you
home, like the prodigal Son, all torn and tatter'd, and as penitent too.

_Geo._ To plod on here, in a laborious Cheating, all my Youth and
Vigour, in hopes of drunken Pleasures when I'm old; or else go with him
into _Wales_, and there lead a thoughtless Life, hunt, and drink, and
ma