ldom.

Sir _Row._ For that I cannot answer; but she has two thousand a year.
I mean to settle my Family, and then--marry my self, _George_.

L. _Blun._ What, to this old Lady's Grand-daughter? Methinks she's more
fit for your Son, Sir _Rowland_, and the old Lady for you.

Sir _Row._ No, no, the young Rogues can help themselves with Mistresses;
but 'tis well if an old Man can keep his Wife to himself--I've invited
'em to Dinner to day, and see, they are come.

Enter Lady _Youthly_, led by her Chaplain [Mr. _Twang_], and
leaning on a Staff, and _Teresia_.

L. _Youth._ Where's Sir _Rowland Marteen_? Oh, your Servant, Sir, I am
come.
[Runs against _George_.

_Twang._ Your Ladyship is mistaken, this is not Sir _Rowland_, but a
handsome proper young Man.

L. _Youth._ A young Man! I cry your mercy heartily--Young Man,
I alighted in the Sun, and am almost blind.

_Geo._ With wondrous old Age. [Aside.

L. _Youth._ Good lack, Sir _Rowland_, that I should mistake a young Man
so!

Sir _Row._ Ay, Madam, and such a young Man too.

L. _Youth._ Ay, ay, I see him now. [Puts on her Spectacles.

_Geo._ S'death, what a Sepulcher is here to bury a Husband in? How came
she to escape the Flood? for sure she was not born since.
[Aside.

Sir _Row._ This is the lusty Lad, my Son _George_, I told your Ladyship
of.

L. _Youth._ Cot so, cot so, is it so, Sir? I ask your Pardon, Sir. Mr.
_Twang_, take a survey of him, and give me your Opinion of his Person
and his Parts.

_Twang._ Truly, Madam, the young Man is of a comely Personage and
Lineaments.

L. _Youth._ Of what, Sir?--Lord, I have such a Cold. [Coughs.

_Geo._ Which she got when the _Picts_ went naked.

L. _Blun._ Madam, you have a Power over Sir _Rowland_; pray intreat him
to take his Son, Sir _Merlin_, into Grace again.
[To _Teresia_.

_Ter._ That, Sir, you must grant me; pray let me know the Quarrel.
[Sir _Rowland_ seems to tell.

_Geo._ By Heaven, she's fair as the first ruddy Streaks of opening Day.
[Looking on _Teresia_.
Young as the budding Rose, soft as a _Cupid_, but never felt his Dart,
she is so full of Life and Gaiety. Pray, Madam, who is that Lady?
[To Lady _Blun._

L. _Blun._ The Grandchild of your Mistress, and your Mother that must
be.

_Geo._ Then I shall cuckold my Father, that's certain. [Aside.

Sir _Row._ For your sake, Madam, once again I re-establish him in my
family; but the first Fault ca