_Lord Fop._ Pray, Sir, be calm, the Battle is in Disarder, but requires more Canduct than Courage to rally our Forces. Pray, Dactar, one word with you. _To_ Bull [_Aside._] Look you, Sir, tho' I will not presume to calculate your Notions of Damnation, fram the Description you give us of Hell, yet since there is at least a passibility you may have a Pitchfark thrust in your Backside, methinks, it shou'd not be worth your while to risk your Saul in the next Warld, for the sake of a beggarly yaunger Brather, who is nat able to make your Bady happy in this. _Bull._ Alas! my Lord, I have no worldly Ends; I speak the Truth, Heaven knows. _Lord Fop._ Nay, pr'ythee, never engage Heaven in the matter; far, by all I can see, 'tis like to prove a Business for the Devil. _Young Fash._ Come, pray, Sir, all above-board, no corrupting of Evidences; if you please, this young Lady is my lawful Wife, and I'll justify it in all the Courts of _England_; so your Lordship (who always had a Passion for Variety) may go seek a new Mistress, if you think fit. _Lord Fop._ I am struck dumb with his Impudence, and cannot passitively tell whether ever I shall speak again, or nat. Sir _Tun._ Then let me come and examine the Business a little, I'll jerk the Truth out of 'em presently; here, give me my Dog-Whip. _Young Fash._ Look you, old Gentleman, 'tis in vain to make a Noise; if you grow mutinous, I have some Friends within Call, have Swords by their Sides, above four Foot long; therefore be calm, hear the Evidence patiently, and when the Jury have given their Verdict, pass Sentence according to Law: Here's honest _Coupler_ shall be Foreman, and ask as many Questions as he pleases. _Coup._ All I have to ask is, whether Nurse persists in her Evidence? The Parson, I dare swear, will never flinch from his. _Nurse._ [_To Sir ~Tun~. kneeling._] I hope in Heaven your Worship will pardon me; I have served you long and faithfully, but in this thing I was over-reach'd; your Worship, however, was deceiv'd as, well as I; and if the Wedding-Dinner had been ready, you had put Madam to Bed with him with your own Hands. Sir _Tun._ But how durst you do this, without acquainting of me? _Nurse._ Alas! if your Worship had seen how the poor Thing begg'd, and pray'd, and clung, and twin'd about me, like Ivy to an old Wall, you wou'd say, I who had suckled it, and swaddled it, and nurst it both wet and dry, must have had a Heart of Adamant to refuse it. Sir _Tun._ Very well. _Young Fash._ Foreman, I expect your Verdict. _Coup._ Ladies and Gentlemen, what's your Opinions? _All._ A clear Case, a clear Case. _Coup._ Then, my young Folks, I wish you Joy. Sir _Tun._ [_To_ Young Fash.] Come hither, Stripling; if it be true, then, that thou hast marry'd my Daughter, pr'ythee tell me who thou art? _Young Fash._ Sir, the best of my Condition is, I am your Son-in-law; and the worst of it is, I am Brother to that Noble Peer there.