her turn as
well.
[Offers to go.

_Mir._ You shall not go away with that Opinion of me.--

_Geo._ Oh, that false Tongue can now no more deceive--Art thou not
marry'd? Tell me that, false Charmer.

_Mir._ Yes.-- [Holding him.

_Geo._ Curse on that word: wou'd thou hadst never learnt it--it gave thy
Heart, and my Repose away.

_Mir._ Dost think I marry'd with that dull design? Canst thou believe I
gave my Heart away, because I gave my Hand?--Fond Ceremony
that--A necessary trick, devis'd by wary Age, to traffick 'twixt a
Portion and a Jointure; him whom I lov'd, is marry'd to my Soul.

_Geo._ Art thou then mine? And wilt thou make Atonement, by such a
charming way?--Come to my clasping Arms.

Enter Lady _Blunder_ at the Door. Sees 'em, and offers to go out
again.

L. _Blun._ Oh, Heavens! How rude am I?--Cry Mercy, Madam, I protest I
thought you'd been alone.

_Geo._ 'Sdeath! my Aunt _Blunder_! [Aside.

_Mir._ Only this Gentleman, Madam--

L. _Blun._ Sir, I beg your Pardon--and am really sorry--

_Geo._ That you find me with your Daughter, Madam.

L. _Blun._ I hope you take me to be better bred, Sir: Nor had I
interrupted you, but for an Accident that has happen'd to Sir _Morgan_,
coming out of the City in a beastly Hackney-Coach, he was turn'd over in
_Cheap-side_, and striking the filthy Coach-man, the nasty Mob came out,
and had almost kill'd him, but for a young Gentleman, a Stranger, that
came to his Rescue, and whom he has brought to kiss your Ladyship's
Hands--But I'll instruct him in his Duty, he shall wait till your
Ladyship is more at leisure--alas! he's already on the Stairs.
[Exit.

_Mir._ Let him wait there--_Lejere_, 'tis necessary you depart, sure of
my Heart, you cannot fear the rest; the Night is hasting on; trust me
but some few Hours, and then, _Lejere_, I'll pay you back with Interest.

_Geo._ All Blessings light on thee. But will your Lady Mother make no
Discovery of my being here?

_Mir._ She'd sooner pimp for me, and believe it a part of good
Breeding:--away, I hear 'em coming.
[She puts him out at a back-Door.

Enter Lady _Blunder_ peeping.

L. _Blun._ He's gone--Sir _Morgan_, you may approach.

Enter Sir _Morgan_, pulling in the _Prince_, Sir _Merlin_, and a
_Page_ to the _Prince_.

Sir _Morg._ Nay, as Gat shall save me, Sir, you shall see my Lady, or
so, d'ye see, and receive the Thanks of the House.

_Prince._ As Gat shall save