_Lord Fop._ That is nat all. _Tam_. _Young Fash._ Why, what is there else? _Lord Fop._ [_Looking first upon himself, then upon his Brother._]----Ask the Ladies. _Young Fash._ Why, thou Essence Bottle, thou Musk-Cat, dost thou then think thou hast any Advantage over me, but what Fortune has given thee? _Lord Fop._ I do----stap my Vitals. _Young Fash._ Now, by all that's great and powerful, thou art the Prince of Coxcombs. _Lord Fop._ Sir----I am praud of being at the Head of so prevailing a Party. _Young Fash._ Will nothing then provoke thee?--Draw, Coward. _Lord Fop._ Look you, _Tam_, you know I have always taken you for a mighty dull Fellow, and here is one of the foolishest Plats broke out, that I have seen a long time. Your Paverty makes your Life so burdensome to you, you would provoke me to a Quarrel, in hopes either to slip thro' my Lungs into my Estate, or to get yourself run thro' the Guts, to put an end to your Pain. But I will disappoint you in both your Designs; far with the Temper of a Philasapher, and the Discretion of a Statesman--I will go to the Play with my Sword in my Scabbard. [_Exit ~Lord Fop~._ _Young Fash._ So! Farewel, Snuff-Box. And now, Conscience, I defy thee. _Lory!_ _Enter ~Lory~._ _Lo._ Sir. _Young Fash._ Here's rare News, _Lory_; his Lordship has given me a Pill has purg'd off all my Scruples. _Lo._ Then my Heart's at ease again: For I have been in a lamentable Fright, Sir, ever since your Conscience had the Impudence to intrude into your Company. _Young Fash._ Be at peace, it will come there no more: My Brother has given it a wring by the Nose, and I have kick'd it down Stairs. So run away to the Inn; get the Horses ready quickly, and bring them to old _Coupler_'s, without a Moment's Delay. _Lo._ Then, Sir, you are going straight about the Fortune. _Young Fash._ I am: away; fly, _Lory_. _Lo._ The happiest Day I ever saw. I'm upon the Wing already. [_Exeunt several ways._ +SCENE+, _A Garden_. _Enter ~Loveless~ and Servant_. _Lov._ Is my Wife within? _Ser._ No, Sir, she has been gone out this Half-hour. _Lov._ 'Tis well; leave me. _Solus._