_Nurse._ Nay, I must confess stolen Pleasures are sweet; but if you shou'd be married now, what will you do when Sir _Tunbelly_ calls for you to be wedded? _Miss._ Why then we will be married again. _Nurse._ What, twice, my Child? _Miss._ I'cod, I don't care how often I'm married, not I. _Young Fash._ Pray, Nurse, don't you be against your young Lady's good; for by this means she'll have the pleasure of two Wedding-Days. _Miss to Nurse softly._] And of two Wedding-Nights too, Nurse. _Nurse._ Well, I'm such a tender-hearted Fool, I find I can refuse you nothing; so you shall e'en follow your own Inventions. _Miss._ Shall I? [_Aside._] O Lord, I could leap over the Moon. _Young Fash._ Dear Nurse, this Goodness of yours shan't go unrewarded; but now you must employ your Power with Mr. _Bull_ the Chaplain, that he may do his friendly Office too, and then we shall be all happy; do you think you can prevail with him? _Nurse._ Prevail with him----or he shall never prevail with me, I can tell him that. _Miss._ My Lord, she has had him upon the hip this seven Year. _Young Fash._ I'm glad to hear it; however, to strengthen your Interest with him, you may let him know I have several fat Livings in my Gift, and that the first that falls shall be in your Disposal. _Nurse._ Nay, then I'll make him marry more Folks, than one, I'll promise him. _Miss._ Faith, do, Nurse, make him marry you too; I'm sure he'll do't for a fat Living; for he loves Eating more than he loves his _Bible_; and I have often heard, him say, a fat Living was the best Meat in the World. _Nurse._ Ay, and I'll make him commend the Sauce too, or I'll bring his Gown to a Cassock, I will so. _Young Fash._ Well, Nurse, whilst you go and settle Matters with him, your Lady and I will go and take a walk in the Garden. _Nurse._ I'll do your Honour's Business in the catching up of a Garter. [_Exit ~Nurse~._ _Young Fash._ [_Giving her his Hand._] Come, Madam, dare you venture yourself alone with me? _Miss._ O dear, yes, Sir; I don't think you'll do any thing to me I need be afraid on. _Enter ~Amanda~ and ~Berinthia~._ A SONG. I. _I Smile at Love, and all its Arts, The Charming_ Cynthia _cry'd; Take heed, for Love has piercing Darts, A wounded Swain reply'd. Once free and blest as you are now, I trifled with his Charms; I pointed at his little Bow, And sported with his Arms; Till urg'd too far, Revenge he cries, A fated Shaft he drew; It took its passage thro your Eyes, And to my Heart it flew._ II.