inoceros_.
Gad, I'll sell the young Rogue by Inch of Candle, before he's debauch'd
and spoil'd in this leud Town.

L. _Youth._ Well, suppose--

Sir _Row._ Nothing under _Teresia_--Gad, I think some old Dog-Star
reigns to Day, that so many old Hearts are burning in their Sockets--I'm
in love with this young Tittymouse here, most damnably--Well, what say
you, Widow? Speak now, or you know the Proverb.

L. _Youth._ Well, Sir _Rowland_, you are too hard for me.

[Ex. all but _Teresia_.

Enter _Olivia_, runs to her and embraces her.

_Ter._ 'Tis as you said, _Olivia_, I am destin'd to your Father.

_Oliv._ What, the Sentence is past then?

_Ter._ Ay, but the Devil is in us, if we stay till Execution Day: Why,
this is worse than being mew'd up at _Hackney-School_--my Fortune's my
own, without my Grandmother, and with that Stock I'll set up for my
self, and see what Traffick this wide World affords a young beginner.

_Oliv._ That's well resolv'd; I am of the same mind, rather than marry
Mr. _Welborn_, whom I never saw.--But prithee let's see what we have in
Stock, besides ready Money--What Toys and Knick-nacks to invite.

_Ter._ Faith, my Inventory is but small--Let me see--First, one pretty
well made Machine, call'd a Body, of a very good Motion, fit for several
uses--one pretty conceited Head-Piece, that will fit any body's
Coxcomb,--when 'tis grave and dull, 'twill fit an Alderman; when
politick and busy, a Statesman; turn it to Intrigue, 'twill fit a City
Wife; and to Invention, it will set up an Evidence.

_Oliv._ Very well!

_Ter._ _Item_, One Tongue, that will prattle Love, if you put the Heart
in time (for they are Commodities I resolve shall go together) I have
Youth enough to please a Lover, and Wit enough to please my self.

_Oliv._ Most excellent Trifles all! As for my out-side, I leave to the
Discretion of the Chafferer; but I have a rare Device, call'd an
Invention, that can do many Feats; a Courage that wou'd stock a Coward;
and a pretty Implement, call'd a Heart, that will strike fire with any
convenient force: I have eight thousand Pounds to let out on any able
Security, but not a Groat unless I like the Man.

_Ter._ Thus furnish'd, we shall ruin all the _Jews_, and undo the
_India_ Houses--But where shall we show? where meet with the
Love-Merchants?

_Oliv._ What think you of the Gallery at the Play in Masks?

_Ter._ Shu, a State-Trick, first taken up by Women of Quality, and now
r