Count _Bas._ I tell you there is not such a family in _England_, for you! do you think I would have gone out of your lodgings for any body, that was not sure to make you easy for the winter? _Moth._ Nay, I see nothing against it, Sir, but the gentleman's being a parliament man: and when people may, as it were, think one impertinent, or be out of humour, you know, when a body comes to ask for one's own---- Count _Bas._ Psha! Pr'ythee never trouble thy head--His pay is as good as the bank!----Why, he has above two thousand a year! _Moth._ Alas-a-day! that's nothing: Your people of ten thousand a year, have ten thousand things to do with it. Count _Bas._ Nay, if you are afraid of being out of your money; what do you think of going a little with me, Mrs. _Motherly_? _Moth._ As how? Count _Bas._ Why I have a game in my head, in which, if you'll croup me, that is, help me to play it, you shall go five hundred to nothing. _Moth._ Say you so?----Why then, I go, Sir----and now pray let's see your game. Count _Bas._ Look you, in one word my cards lie thus--When I was down this summer at _York_, I happened to lodge in the same house with this Knight's lady, that's now coming to lodge with you. _Moth._ Did you so, Sir? Count _Bas._ And sometimes had the honour to breakfast, and pass an idle hour with her---- _Moth._ Very good; and here I suppose you would have the impudence to sup, and be busy with her. Count _Bas._ Psha! pr'ythee hear me! _Moth._ Is this your game? I would not give sixpence for it! What, you have a passion for her pin-money----no, no, country ladies are not so flush of it. Count _Bas._ Nay, if you won't have patience---- _Moth._ One had need of a great deal, I am sure, to hear you talk at this rate! Is this your way of making my poor _Myrtilla_ easy? Count _Bas._ Death! I shall do it still, if the woman will but let me speak---- _Moth._ Had not you a letter from her this morning? Count _Bas._ I have it here in my pocket--this is it. [_Shews it, and puts it up again._ _Moth._ Ay, but I don't find you have made any answer to it. Count _Bas._ How the devil can I, if you won't hear me! _Moth._ What! hear you talk of another woman? Count _Bas._ O lud! O lud! I tell you, I'll make her fortune----'Ounds! I'll marry her. _Moth._ A likely matter! if you would not do it when she was a maid, your stomach is not so sharp set now, I presume. Count _Bas._ Hey day! why your blood begins to turn, my dear! the devil! you did not think I proposed to marry her myself! _Moth._ If you don't, who the devil do you think will marry her? Count _Bas._ Why, a fool---- _Moth._ Humph! there may be sense in that---- Count _Bas._ Very good----One for t'other then; if I can help her to a husband, why should not you come into my scheme of helping me to a wife?