_Nurse._ Well, this once I'll venture you; but if you disparage me---- _Miss._ Never fear, I'll shew him my Parts, I'll warrant him. [_Exit ~Nurse~._ _Sola._ These old Women are so wise when they get a poor Girl into their Clutches; but ere it be long, I shall know what's what, as well as the best of 'em. _Enter ~Young Fashion~._ _Young Fash._ Your Servant, Madam, I'm glad to find you alone; for I have something of Importance to speak to you about. _Miss._ Sir, (my Lord, I meant) you may speak to me about what you please, I shall give you a civil Answer. _Young Fash._ You give me so obliging a one, it encourages me to tell you in few Words, what I think both for your Interest and mine. Your Father, I suppose you know, has resolv'd to make me happy in being your Husband, and I hope I may depend upon your Consent, to perform what he desires. _Miss._ Sir, I never disobey my Father in any thing but eating of green Gooseberries. _Young Fash._ So good a Daughter must needs be an admirable Wife; I am therefore impatient till you are mine, and hope you will so far consider the Violence of my Love, that you won't have the Cruelty to defer my Happiness so long as your Father designs it. _Miss._ Pray, my Lord, how long is it? _Young Fash._ Madam, a thousand Year----a whole Week. _Miss._ A Week!----why, I shall be an old Woman by that time. _Young Fash._ And I an old Man, which you'll find a greater Misfortune than t'other. _Miss._ Why I thought it was to be to-morrow Morning, as soon as I was up; I'm sure Nurse told me so. _Young Fash._ And it shall be to-morrow Morning still, if you'll consent. _Miss._ If I'll consent! Why I thought I was to obey you as my Husband. _Young Fash._ That's when we are married; till then, I am to obey you. _Miss._ Why then if we are to take it by turns, it's the same thing: I'll obey you now, and when we are married, you shall obey me. _Young Fash._ With all my heart; but I doubt we must get Nurse on our side, or we shall hardly prevail with the Chaplain. _Miss._ No more we shan't indeed, for he loves her better than he loves his Pulpit, and wou'd always be a preaching to her, by his good Will. _Young Fash._ Why then, my dear little Bedfellow, if you'll call her hither, we'll try to persuade her presently. _Miss._ O Lord, I can tell you a way how to persuade her to any thing. _Young Fash._ How's that? _Miss._ Why tell her she's a wholesome, comely Woman----and give her Half a Crown. _Young Fash._ Nay, if that will do, she shall have half a score of 'em. _Miss._ O Gemini, for half that she'd marry you herself: I'll run and call her. [_Exit ~Miss~._ _~Young Fashion~ solus._