ut very
Inquisitive to know every Body's Business, generally spoils
all he undertakes, yet without Design.
Mr. _Pack_.

_Whisper_. Servant to _Charles_.
Mr. _Bullock_ jun.

Women.

_Miranda_. An Heiress, worth Thirty Thousand Pound, really
in Love with Sir _George_, but pretends to be so with her
Guardian Sir _Francis_.
Mrs. _Cross_.

_Isabinda_. Daughter to Sir _Jealous_, in Love with _Charles_,
but design'd for a _Spanish_ Merchant by her Father, and kept
up from the sight of all Men.
Mrs. _Rogers_.

_Patch_. Her Woman.
Mrs. _Saunders_.

_Scentwell_. Woman to _Miranda_.
Mrs. _Mills_.

[Transcriber's Note:
The scenes within each Act are not numbered. Their descriptions are
listed here for convenience:

ACT I [scene i] The Park
ACT II [scene i] [Sir Francis Gripe's house]
[scene ii] Sir Jealous Traffick's House
[scene iii] Charles's Lodging
ACT III [scene i] [outside Sir Jealous Traffick's house]
[scene ii] the Street
[scene iii] Sir Francis Gripe's House
[scene iv] a Tavern
ACT IV [scene i] the Out-side of Sir Jealous Traffick's House
[scene ii] Isabinda's Chamber
[scene iii] a Garden Gate open
[scene iv] the House [of Sir Jealous Traffick]
ACT V [scene i] [Sir Francis Gripe's house]
[scene ii] the Street before Sir _Jealous_'s Door
[scene iii] Inside the House [of Sir Jealous Traffick] ]

THE
BUSIE BODY.

ACT I. SCENE _The Park_.

Sir _George Airy_ meeting _Charles_.

_Cha._ Ha! Sir _George Airy!_ A Birding thus early, what forbidden Game
rouz'd you so soon? For no lawful Occasion cou'd invite a Person of your
Figure abroad at such unfashionable Hours.

Sir _Geo._ There are some Men, _Charles_, whom Fortune has left free
from Inquietudes, who are diligently Studious to find out Ways and Means
to make themselves uneasie.

_Cha._ Is it possible that any thing in Nature can ruffle the Temper of
a Man, whom the four Seasons of the Year compliment with as many
Thousand Pounds, nay! and a Father at Rest with his Ancestors.

Sir _Geo._ Why there 'tis now! a Man that wants Money thinks none can be
unhappy that has it; but my Affairs are in such a whimsical Posture,
that it will require a Calculation of my Nativity to find if my Gold
will relieve me or not.

_Cha._ Ha, ha, ha, never consult the Stars abou