_Myr._ I suppose you think any one good enough that will take me off your hands. Count _Bas._ What do you think of the young country 'Squire, the heir of the family, that's coming to lodge here? _Myr._ How should I know what to think of him? Count _Bas._ Nay, I only give you the hint, child; it may be worth your while, at least, to look about you--Hark! what bustle's that without. _Enter Mrs. ~Motherly~ in haste._ _Moth._ Sir! Sir! the gentleman's coach is at the door! they are all come! Count _Bas._ What, already? _Moth._ They are just getting out!----won't you step and lead in my Lady? Do you be in the way, Niece! I must run and receive them. [_Exit Mrs. ~Motherly~._ Count _Bas._ And think of what I told you. [_Exit ~Count~._ _Myr._ Ay! ay! you have left me enough to think of, as long as I live----a faithless fellow! I'm sure I have been true to him; and for that very reason, he wants to be rid of me: But while women are weak, men will be rogues! And for a bane to both their joys and ours; when our vanity indulges them, in such innocent favours as make them adore us; we can never be well, 'till we grant them the very one, that puts an end to their devotion--But here comes my aunt, and the company. _Mrs. ~Motherly~ returns shewing in Lady ~Wronghead~, led by Count ~Basset~._ _Moth._ If your Ladyship pleases to walk into this parlour, Madam, only for the present, 'till your servants have got all your things in. Lady _Wrong._ Well! dear Sir, this is so infinitely obliging!--I protest it gives me pain tho' to turn you out of your lodging thus! Count _Bas._ No trouble in the least, Madam; we single fellows are soon mov'd; besides, Mrs. _Motherly_'s my old acquaintance, and I could not be her hindrance. _Moth._ The Count is so well bred, Madam, I dare say he would do a great deal more, to accommodate your Ladyship. Lady _Wrong._ O dear Madam!----A good well bred sort of woman. [_Apart to the ~Count~._ Count _Bas._ O Madam, she is very much among people of quality, she is seldom without them, in her house. Lady _Wrong._ Are there a good many people of quality in this street, Mrs. _Motherly_? _Moth._ Now your Ladyship is here, Madam, I don't believe there is a house without them. Lady _Wrong._ I am mighty glad of that: for really I think people of quality should always live among one another. Count _Bas._ 'Tis what one would choose indeed, Madam. Lady _Wrong._ Bless me! but where are the children all this while? _Moth._ Sir _Francis_, Madam, I believe is taking care of them. Sir _Fran._ [_Within._] _John Moody_! stay you by the coach, and see all our things out--Come, children. _Moth._ Here they are, Madam. _Enter Sir ~Francis~, Squire ~Richard~, and Miss ~Jenny~._