hink on; for,
positively, if you don't find him, I'll immediately turn you off.

_Re-enter Mrs._ Lovejoy.

Mrs. _Lov_. I hope, Madam, your Ladiship's not displeas'd with me; 'tis my
int'rest to oblige in ev'ry thing, where daily I receive such numerous
Favours. [_Aside_]. She has the Money, and I must submit, tho' 'tis well
known, I'm of a much better Family.

L. _Rod_. Excuse me, dear Cozen, and don't imagine the most finish'd
Cavalier cou'd shake my firm Resolves; but when a Fellow's arrogance shall
dare to proffer his unwelcome worthless Love, then villainously act the
same Part elsewhere; Honour won't let me tamely acquiesce.

Mrs. _Lov._ Madam, Mr. _Nicknack_ desires the favour of kissing your
Hands.

L. _Rod._ Pray admit him, Cozen, he's rich and personable, very good
humour'd, and no Fool: His aspiring at me does indeed show a prodigious
stock of Vanity; but 'tis a failing, People o'the best Sense are liable
to, and I had rather prove a Man too ambitious than to have no spirit at
all.

_Enter_ Nicknack.

Mr. _Nicknack_, I'm so us'd to you of late, methinks your absence gives me
some Chagrin; where have you been this tedious long half Hour?

_Nick_. When we flung up the Cards, Madam, I went to see the two Children
that grow together; I wish 'twere your Ladiship's case and mine.

L. _Rod._ We shou'd rejoice to be parted agen.

_Nick._ But has your Ladiship contemplated prodigiously o'the Matter? For
really, Madam, I begin to find my self in more hast than I thought I was.

L. _Rod._ Already, Mr. _Nicknack_, you're too hasty; tho' I have this
opinion of you, a Match with you requires less _pro_ and _con_ than with
some others; but I fancy People look so silly when they're going to be
marry'd, to see 'em walk demurely up the Church, so sheepishly consenting
and asham'd; with shoals of gaping Fools, that crowd about 'em, as if a
Marriage were a Miracle; prithee, Mr. _Nicknack_, that I may guess a
little at the Matter for a Frollick, let my Footman marry you, and my
Cozen together.

Mrs. _Lov._ Mr. _Nicknack_, and I, Madam.

_Nick._ Mrs. _Lovejoy_, and I, Madam, a very good Jest i'faith.

L. _Rod._ But you must believe, you're really marry'd, or how shall I
discover the true Air of it?

_Nick._ But, Madam, is not believing what one knows to be false, somewhat
like a Tradegy Actress; who while she's playing a Queen or Empress, is
full as haughty, and thinks her self as great.

L. _Rod._ Oh! a