Unc. _Rich._ Nay, 'tis for your own sake: I'm not concern'd. Sir _Fran._ I hope, uncle, I shall give you such weighty reasons for what I've done, as shall convince you I'm a prudent man. Unc. _Rich._ That wilt thou never convince me of, whilst thou shalt live. [_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ Here, _Humphry_, come up to your uncle----Sir, this is your godson. Squire _Humph._ Honour'd uncle and godfather; I creave leave to ask your blessing. [_Kneels._ Unc. _Rich._ Thou art a numbscull I see already. [Aside. There thou hast it. [_Puts his hand on his head._] And if it will do thee any good, may it be, to make thee, at least, as wise a man as thy father. Lady _Head._ Miss Betty, don't you see your uncle? Unc. _Rich._ And for thee, my dear, may'st thou be, at least, as good a woman as thy mother. Miss _Betty._ I wish I may ever be so handsome, Sir. Unc. _Rich._ Ha! Miss Pert! now that's a thought that seems to have been hatch'd in the girl on this side _Highgate_. [_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ Her tongue is a little nimble, Sir. Lady _Head._ That's only from her country education, Sir Francis, she has been kept there too long; I therefore brought her to _London_, Sir, to learn more reserve and modesty. Unc. _Rich._ O! the best place in the world for it. Every woman she meets, will teach her something of it. There's the good gentlewoman of the house, looks like a knowing person, ev'n she perhaps will be so good to read her a lesson, now and then, upon that subject. An arrant bawd, or I have no skill in physiognomy. [_Aside._ Mrs. _Moth._ Alas, Sir, Miss won't stand long in need of my poor instructions; if she does, they'll be always at her service. Lady _Head._ Very obliging, indeed, Mrs. _Motherly_. Sir _Fran._ Very kind and civil truly; I believe we are got into a mighty good house here. Unc. _Rich._ For good business, very probable. [_Aside._ Well, niece, your servant for to-night; you have a great deal of affairs upon your hands here, so I won't hinder you. Lady _Head._ I believe, Sir, I shan't have much less every day, while I stay in this town, of one sort or other. Unc. _Rich._ Why, 'tis a town of much action indeed. Miss _Betty._ And my mother did not come to it to be idle, Sir. Unc. _Rich._ Nor you neither, I dare say, young mistress. Miss _Betty._ I hope not, Sir. Unc. _Rich._ Um! Miss Mettle. [_Going, Sir Francis following him._ Where are you going, nephew? Sir _Fran._ Only to attend you to the door, Sir. Unc. _Rich._ Phu! no ceremony with me; you'll find I shall use none with you, or your family.