So, Matters go swimmingly; this is a rare Girl, i'faith; I shall have a fine time of it with her at _London_. I'm much mistaken if she don't prove a _March_ Hare all the Year round. What a scampering Chace will she make on't, when me finds the whole Kennel of Beaux at her Tail! Hey to the _Park_ and the Play, and the Church, and the Devil; she'll shew them sport, I'll warrant 'em. But no matter, she brings an Estate will afford me a separate Maintenance. _Enter ~Miss~ and ~Nurse~._ _Young Fash._ How do you do, good Mistress Nurse? I desir'd your young Lady would give me leave to see you, that I might thank you for your extraordinary Care and Conduct in her Education; pray accept of this small Acknowledgement for it at present, and depend upon my farther Kindness, when I shall be that happy thing her Husband. _Nurse._ [_Aside._] Gold by mackins! Your Honour's Goodness is too great: alas! all I can boast of is, I gave her poor good Milk, and so your Honour wou'd have said, an you had seen how the poor thing suck't it----Eh, God's blessing on the sweet Face on't! how it us'd to hang at this poor Teat, and suck and squeeze, and kick and sprawl it wou'd, till the Belly on't was so full, it wou'd drop off like a Leech. [_~Miss~ to ~Nurse~, taking her angrily aside._ Pray one word with you; pr'ythee, Nurse, don't stand ripping up old Stories, to make one asham'd before one's Love: do you think such a fine proper Gentleman as he is, cares for a fiddlecome Tale of a draggle-tail'd Girl;, if you have a mind to make him have a good Opinion of a Woman, don't tell him what one did then, tell him what one can do now. [_To_ Young Fash.] I hope your Honour will excuse my Mismanners to whisper before you, it was only to give some orders about the Family. _Young Fash._ O every thing, Madam, is to give way to Business; besides, good Housewifery is a very commendable Quality in a young Lady. _Miss._ Pray, Sir, are the young Ladies good Housewives at London Town? Do they darn their own Linen? _Young Fash._ O no, they study how to spend Money, not to save it. _Miss._ I'cod, I don't know but that may be better Sport than t'other, ha, Nurse! _Young Fash._ Well, you shall have your Choice when you come there. _Miss._ Shall I----then by my troth I'll get there as fast as I can. _To Nurse._] His Honour desires you'll be so kind, as to let us be marry'd to-morrow. _Nurse._ To-morrow, my dear Madam? _Young Fash._ Yes, to-morrow, sweet Nurse, privately; young Folks, you know, are impatient, and Sir _Tunbelly_ wou'd make us stay a Week for a Wedding-Dinner. Now all things being sign'd and seal'd, and agreed, I fancy there cou'd be no great harm in practising a Scene or two of Matrimony in private, if it were only to give us the better Assurance when we come to play it in publick.