Sir _Tun._ Ah poor Girl, she'll be fear'd out of her Wits on her Wedding Night; for, honestly speaking, she does not know a Man from a Woman, but by his Beard, and his Breeches. _Young Fash._ Sir, I don't doubt she has had a virtuous Education, which, with the rest of her Merit, makes me long to see her mine. I wish you wou'd dispense with the Canonical Hour, and let it be this very Night. Sir _Tun._ O not so soon, neither; that's shooting my Girl before you bid her stand. No, give her fair warning, we'll sign and seal to-night if you please; and this Day seven-night--let the Jade look to her Quarters. _Young Fash._ This Day seven-night----Why, what do you take me for a Ghost, Sir? 'Slife, Sir, I'm made of Flesh and Blood, and Bones and Sinews, and can no more live a Week without your Daughter--than I can live a Month with her. [_Aside._ Sir _Tun._ Oh, I'll warrant you, my Hero; young Men are hot, I know, but they don't boil over at that rate, neither; besides, my Wench's Wedding Gown is not come home yet. _Young Fash._ O, no matter, Sir; I'll take her in her Shift. [_Aside._] A Pox of this old Fellow, he'll delay the Business till my damn'd Star finds me out, and discovers me. [_To Sir ~Tun.~_] Pray, Sir, let it be done without Ceremony; 'twill save Money. Sir _Tun._ Money----Save Money when _Hoyden_'s to be marry'd? Udswoons, I'll give my Wench a Wedding-Dinner, tho' I go to Grass with the King of _Assyria_ for't; and such a Dinner it shall be, as is not to be cook'd in the poaching of an Egg. Therefore, my Noble Lord, have a little Patience, we'll go and look over our Deeds and Settlements immediately; and as for your Bride, tho' you may be sharp-set before she's quite ready, I'll engage for my Girl, she stays your Stomach at last. [_Exeunt._ [Illustration] +ACT+ IV. +SCENE+ I. _Enter Miss ~Hoyden~ and ~Nurse~._ _Nurse._ Well, Miss, how do you like your Husband that is to be? _Miss._ O Lord, Nurse, I'm so overjoy'd, I can scarce contain myself. _Nurse._ O, but you must have a care of being too fond; for Men now a-days hate a Woman that loves 'em. _Miss._ Love him! Why do you think I love him, Nurse? I'cod, I would not care if he were hang'd, so I were but once married to him----No----that which pleases me, is to think what Work I'll make when I get to _London_; for when I am a Wife and a Lady both, Nurse, I'cod, I'll flant it with the best of 'em. _Nurse._ Look, look, if his Honour be not a coming to you; now if I were sure you wou'd behave yourself handsomely, and not disgrace me that have brought you up, I'd leave you alone together. _Miss._ That's my best Nurse, do as you wou'd be done by; trust us together this once; and if I don't shew my Breeding from the Head to the Foot of me, may I be twice married, and die a Maid!