od._ The Rogue has but one method for all Addresses. [They laugh.

L. _Kno._ Oh, absurd! this, Sir, is the beautiful Mother-in-Law.
[To L. _Fan._

Enter Sir _Patient_.

Sir _Cred._ Most noble Lady, I cry your mercy. Then, Madam, as the Sun
amongst the Stars, or rather as the Moon not in conjunction with the
Sun, but in her opposition, when one rises the other sets, or as the
Vulgar call it, Full Moon--I say, as the Moon is the most beautiful of
all the sparkling Lights, even so are you the most accomplish'd Lady
under the Moon--and, Madam, I am extremely sensible of your Charms and
celestial Graces.
[To _Isabella_.

Sir _Pat._ Why, this is abominable and insupportable.

_Lucr._ I find, Sir, you can talk to purpose when you begin once.

Sir _Cred._ You are pleased to say so, noble Lady: but I must needs say,
I am not the worst bred Gentleman for a Country Gentleman that ever you
saw; for you must know, incomparable Lady, that I was at the University
three Years, and there I learnt my Logick and Rhetorick, whereby I
became excellent at Repartee, sweet Lady. As for my Estate, my Father
died since I came of Age, and left me a small younger Brother's Portion,
dear Lady.

_Lucr._ A younger Brother's, Sir?

Sir _Cred._ Ha, ha, I know what you would infer from that now: but you
must know, delicious Lady, that I am all the Children my Father had.

_Lucr._ Witty, I protest.

Sir _Cred._ Nay, Madam, when I set on't I can be witty.

_Lean._ Cruel _Lucretia_, leave 'em, and let us snatch this opportunity
to talk of our own Affairs.

Sir _Cred._ For you must know, bright Lady, though I was pleas'd to
railly my self, I have a pretty competent Estate of about 3000_l._ a
Year, and am to marry Madam _Lucretia_.

L. _Fan._ You are a happy Man, Sir.

Sir _Cred._ Not so happy neither, inestimable Lady, for I lost the
finest Mare yesterday,--but let that pass: were you never in
_Devonshire_, Madam?

L. _Fan._ Never, Sir.

Sir _Cred._ In troth, and that's pity, sweet Lady; for if you lov'd
Hawking, Drinking, and Whoring,--oh, Lord, I mean Hunting; i'faith,
there be good Fellows would keep you Company, Madam.

Sir _Pat._ This is a Plot upon me, a mere Plot.--My Lady _Fancy_, be
tender of my Reputation, Foppery's catching, and I had as lieve be a
Cuckold as Husband to a vain Woman.

Sir _Cred._ Zoz, and that may be as you say, noble Sir. Lady, pray what
Gentleman's this?--Noble Sir, I am your most humble S