TOM FASHION. Why then, my dear, if you’ll call her hither we’ll persuade her presently. MISS HOYDEN. O Lud! I’ll tell you a way how to persuade her to anything. TOM FASHION. How’s that? MISS HOYDEN. Why tell her she’s a handsome comely woman, and give her half a crown. TOM FASHION. Nay, if that will do, she shall have half a score of ’em. MISS HOYDEN. O gemini! for half that she’d marry you herself.—I’ll run and call her. [_Exit._] TOM FASHION. So! matters go on swimmingly. This is a rare girl, i’faith. I shall have a fine time on’t with her at London. _Enter_ LORY. So, Lory, what’s the matter? LORY. Here, sir—an intercepted packet from the enemy; your brother’s postilion brought it. I knew the livery, pretended to be a servant of Sir Tunbelly’s, and so got possession of the letter. TOM FASHION. [_Looks at the letter_.] Ouns! he tells Sir Tunbelly here that he will be with him this evening, with a large party to supper.—Egad, I must marry the girl directly. LORY. Oh, zounds, sir, directly to be sure. Here she comes. [_Exit_.] TOM FASHION. And the old Jezebel with her. _Re-enter_ MISS HOYDEN _and_ NURSE. How do you do, good Mrs. Nurse? I desired your young lady would give me leave to see you, that I might thank you for your extraordinary care and kind conduct in her education: pray accept this small acknowledgment for it at present, and depend upon my further kindness when I shall be that happy thing, her husband. [_Gives her money._] NURSE. [_Aside_.] Gold, by the maakins!—[_Aloud_.] Your honour’s goodness is too great. Alas! all I can boast of is, I gave her pure and good milk, and so your honour would have said, an you had seen how the poor thing thrived, and how it would look up in my face, and crow and laugh, it would. MISS HOYDEN. [_To_ NURSE, _taking her angrily aside_.] Pray, one word with you. Pr’ythee, nurse, don’t stand ripping up old stories, to make one ashamed before one’s love. Do you think such a fine proper gentleman as he is cares for a fiddlecome tale of a child? If you have a mind to make him have a good opinion of a woman, don’t tell him what one did then, tell him what one can do now.—[_To_ Tom FASHION.] I hope your honour will excuse my mis-manners to whisper before you. It was only to give some orders about the family. TOM FASHION. Oh, everything, madam, is to give way to business; besides, good housewifery is a very commendable quality in a young lady. MISS HOYDEN. Pray, sir, are young ladies good housewives at London-town? Do they darn their own linen? TOM FASHION. Oh no, they study how to spend money, not to save. MISS HOYDEN. Ecod, I don’t know but that may be better sport, eh, nurse? TOM FASHION. Well, you have your choice, when you come there. MISS HOYDEN. Shall I? then, by my troth, I’ll get there as fast as I can.—[_To_ NURSE.] His honour desires you’ll be so kind as to let us be married tomorrow. NURSE. Tomorrow, my dear madam?