_Coup._ Come, advance, holy Man! Here's your Duck does not think fit to retire with you into the Chancel at this time; but she has a Proposal to make to you in the Face of the Congregation. Come, _Nurse_, speak for yourself; you are of Age. _Nurse._ _Roger_, are not you a wicked Man, _Roger_, to set your Strength against a weak Woman, and persuade her it was no Sin to conceal Miss's Nuptials? My Conscience flies in my Face for it, thou Priest of _Baal_; and I find by woful Experience, thy Absolution is not worth an old Cassock: therefore I am resolved to confess the Truth to the whole World, tho' I die a Beggar for it. But his Worship overflows with his Mercy, and his Bounty: He is not only pleas'd to forgive us our Sins, but designs thou sha't squat thee down in _Fat-goose_ Living; and, which is more than all, has prevail'd with me to become the Wife of thy Bosom. _Young Fash._ All this I intend for you, Doctor. What you are to do for me, I need not tell you. _Bull._ Your Worship's Goodness is unspeakable: Yet there is one thing seems a Point of Conscience; and Conscience is a tender Babe. If I shou'd bind myself, for the sake of this Living, to marry _Nurse_, and maintain her afterwards, I doubt it might be look'd on as a kind of Simony. _Coup._ [_Rising up._] If it were Sacrilege, the Living's worth it: Therefore no more Words, good Doctor: but with the [_Giving ~Nurse~ to him._] Parish----here----take the Parsonage-house. 'Tis true, 'tis a little out of Repair; some Dilapidations there are to be made good; the Windows are broke, the Wainscot is warp'd, the Ceilings are peel'd, and the Walls are crack'd; but a little Glasing, Painting, White-wash, and Plaster, will make it last thy time. _Bull._ Well, Sir, if it must be so, I shan't contend: What Providence orders, I submit to. _Nurse._ And so do I, with all Humility. _Coup._ Why, that now was spoke like good People. Come, my Turtle-Doves, let us go help this poor Pigeon to his wandering Mate again: and after Institution and Induction, you shall all go a-cooing together. [_Exeunt._ _Enter ~Amanda~, in a Scarf, &c. as just returned, her Woman following her._ _Aman._ Pr'ythee, what care I who has been here? _Wom._ Madam, 'twas my Lady _Bridle_, and my Lady _Tiptoe_. _Aman._ My Lady _Fiddle_, and my Lady _Faddle_. What dost stand troubling me with the Visits of a parcel of impertinent Women? When they are well seam'd with the Small Pox, they won't be so fond of shewing their Faces----There are more Coquettes about this Town-- _Wom._ Madam, I suppose, they only came to return your Ladyship's Visit, according to the Custom of the World. _Aman._ Wou'd the World were on Fire, and you in the middle on't! Be gone: leave me. [_Exit Wom._ _~Amanda~ sola._