[_To them_] SIR SAMPSON, MRS. FRAIL, MISS PRUE, _and_ SERVANT. SIR SAMP. Is Ben come? Odso, my son Ben come? Odd, I’m glad on’t. Where is he? I long to see him. Now, Mrs. Frail, you shall see my son Ben. Body o’ me, he’s the hopes of my family. I han’t seen him these three years—I warrant he’s grown. Call him in, bid him make haste. I’m ready to cry for joy. MRS. FRAIL. Now Miss, you shall see your husband. MISS. Pish, he shall be none of my husband. [_Aside to Frail_.] MRS. FRAIL. Hush. Well he shan’t; leave that to me. I’ll beckon Mr. Tattle to us. ANG. Won’t you stay and see your brother? VAL. We are the twin stars, and cannot shine in one sphere; when he rises I must set. Besides, if I should stay, I don’t know but my father in good nature may press me to the immediate signing the deed of conveyance of my estate; and I’ll defer it as long as I can. Well, you’ll come to a resolution. ANG. I can’t. Resolution must come to me, or I shall never have one. SCAN. Come, Valentine, I’ll go with you; I’ve something in my head to communicate to you. SCENE V. ANGELICA, SIR SAMPSON, TATTLE, MRS. FRAIL, MISS PRUE. SIR SAMP. What, is my son Valentine gone? What, is he sneaked off, and would not see his brother? There’s an unnatural whelp! There’s an ill-natured dog! What, were you here too, madam, and could not keep him? Could neither love, nor duty, nor natural affection oblige him? Odsbud, madam, have no more to say to him, he is not worth your consideration. The rogue has not a drachm of generous love about him—all interest, all interest; he’s an undone scoundrel, and courts your estate: body o’ me, he does not care a doit for your person. ANG. I’m pretty even with him, Sir Sampson; for if ever I could have liked anything in him, it should have been his estate too; but since that’s gone, the bait’s off, and the naked hook appears. SIR SAMP. Odsbud, well spoken, and you are a wiser woman than I thought you were, for most young women now-a-days are to be tempted with a naked hook. ANG. If I marry, Sir Sampson, I’m for a good estate with any man, and for any man with a good estate; therefore, if I were obliged to make a choice, I declare I’d rather have you than your son. SIR SAMP. Faith and troth, you’re a wise woman, and I’m glad to hear you say so; I was afraid you were in love with the reprobate. Odd, I was sorry for you with all my heart. Hang him, mongrel, cast him off; you shall see the rogue show himself, and make love to some desponding Cadua of fourscore for sustenance. Odd, I love to see a young spendthrift forced to cling to an old woman for support, like ivy round a dead oak; faith I do, I love to see ’em hug and cotton together, like down upon a thistle. SCENE VI. [_To them_] BEN LEGEND _and_ SERVANT. BEN. Where’s father? SERV. There, sir, his back’s toward you.