_Esop._ Amongst Women, I must confess I have. _Euph._ Why, I'm a Woman, Sir. _Esop._ Why, truly, that gives me some Hopes. _Euph._ I'll encrease 'em, Sir; I have already been in Love two Years. _Dor._ And Time, you know, wears all things to tatters. _Esop._ Well observ'd. _Euph._ What, if you shou'd allow me some, to try what I can do? _Esop._ Why, truly, I would have Patience a Day or two, if there was as much Probability of my being your new Gallant, as perhaps there may be of changing your old one. _Dor._ She shall give you fair Play for't, Sir; Opportunity and Leave to prattle, and that's what carries most Women in our Days. Nay, she shall do more for you: You shall play with her Fan; squeeze her little Finger; buckle her Shoe; read a Romance to her in the Arbour; and saunter in the Woods on a Moonshiny Night. If this don't melt her, she's no Woman, or you're no Man---- _Esop._ I'm not a Man to melt a Woman that Way: I know myself, and know what they require. 'Tis thro' a Woman's Eye you pierce her Heart; and I've no Darts can make their Entrance there. _Dor._ You are a great Statesman, Sir; but I find you know little of our Matters. A Woman's Heart is to be enter'd forty Ways. Every Sense she has about her keeps a Door to it. With a Smock-face, and a Feather, you get in at her Eyes. With powerful Nonsense, in soft Words, you creep in at her Ears. An essenc'd Peruke, and a sweet Handkerchief, lets you in at her Nose. With a Treat, and a Box full of Sweetmeats, you slip in at her Mouth: And if you wou'd enter by her Sense of Feeling, 'tis as beaten a Road as the rest. What think you now, Sir? _There are more Ways to the Wood than one_, you see. _Esop._ Why, you're an admirable Pilot; I don't doubt but you have steer'd many a Ship safe to Harbour: But I'm an old stubborn Seaman; I must sail by my own Compass still. _Euph._ And by your Obstinacy lose your Vessel. _Esop._ No: I'm just ent'ring into Port; we'll be married to-morrow. _Euph._ For Heaven's sake defer it some Days longer; I cannot love you yet; indeed, I cannot. _Esop._ Nor never will, I dare swear. _Euph._ Why then will you marry me? _Esop._ Because I love you. _Euph._ If you lov'd me, you wou'd never make me miserable. _Esop._ Not if I lov'd you for your sake; but I love you for my own. _Dor._ [_Aside._] There's an old Rogue for you. _Euph._ [_Weeping._] Is there no way left? must I be wretched? _Esop._ 'Tis but resolving to be pleas'd. You can't imagine the Strength of Resolution. I have seen a Woman resolve to be in the Wrong all the Days of her Life; and by the help of her Resolution, she has kept her Word to a Tittle. _Euph._ Methinks the Subject we're upon shou'd be of Weight enough to make you serious. _Esop._ Right: To-morrow Morning pray be ready; you'll find me so: I'm serious. Now I hope you are pleas'd. [_Turning away from her._