_Aman._ Those Flights of Flattery, Sir, are to our Faces only: When Women once are out of hearing, you are as modest in your Commendations as we are. But I shan't put you to the trouble of farther Excuses; if you please, this Business shall rest here. Only give me leave to wish, both for your Peace and mine, that you may never meet this Miracle of Beauty more. _Lov._ I am content. _Enter Servant._ _Serv._ Madam, there's a young Lady at the door in a Chair, desires to know whether your Ladyship sees Company. I think her Name is _Berinthia_. _Aman._ O dear! 'tis a Relation I have not seen this five Years. Pray her to walk in. [_Exit Servant._ _To Lov._] Here's another Beauty for you. She was young when I saw her last; but I hear she's grown extremely handsome. _Lov._ Don't you be jealous now, for I shall gaze upon her too. _Enter ~Berinthia~._ _Lov._ [_Aside._] Ha! By Heavens, the very Woman! _Ber._ [_Saluting Aman._] Dear _Amanda_, I did not expect to meet with you in Town. _Aman._ Sweet Cousin, I'm overjoy'd to see you. [_To Lov._] Mr. _Loveless_, here's a Relation and a Friend of mine, I desire you'll be better acquainted with. _Lov._ [_Saluting Ber._] If my Wife never desires a harder thing, Madam, her Request will be easily granted. _Ber._ [_To Aman._] I think, Madam, I ought to wish you Joy. _Aman._ Joy! Upon what? _Ber._ Upon your Marriage: You were a Widow when I saw you last. _Lov._ You ought rather, Madam, to wish me Joy upon that, since I am the only Gainer. _Ber._ If she has got so good a Husband as the World reports, she has gain'd enough to expect the Compliment of her Friends upon it. _Lov._ If the World is so favourable to me, to allow I deserve that Title, I hope 'tis so just to my Wife, to own I derive it from her. _Ber._ Sir, it is so just to you both, to own you are, and deserve to be, the happiest Pair that live in it. _Lov._ I'm afraid we shall lose that Character, Madam, whenever you happen to change your Condition. _Enter Servant._ _Ser._ Sir, my Lord _Foppington_ presents his humble Service to you, and desires to know how you do. He but just now heard you were in Town. He's at the next Door; and if it be not inconvenient, he'll come and wait upon you. _Lov._ Lord _Foppington_!--I know him not. _Ber._ Not his Dignity, perhaps, but you do his Person. 'Tis Sir _Novelty_; he has bought a Barony, in order to marry a great Fortune: His Patent has not been pass'd above eight-and-forty-Hours, and he has already sent How do-ye's to all the Town, to make 'em acquainted with his Title. _Lov._ Give my Service to his Lordship, and let him know, I am proud of the Honour he intends me. [_Ex._.