_Man._ Yet, my Lord, I assure you, there is no one action of my life gives me more pleasure than your approbation of it. Lord _Town._ Dear _Charles_! my heart's impatient, 'till thou art nearer to me: and as a proof that I have long wished thee so: while your daily conduct has chosen rather to deserve than ask my sister's favour; I have been as secretly industrious to make her sensible of your merit: and since on this occasion you have open'd your whole heart to me, 'tis now with equal pleasure, I assure you, we have both succeeded----she is as firmly yours---- _Man._ Impossible! you flatter me! Lord _Town._ I am glad you think it flattery: but she herself shall prove it none: she dines with us alone: when the servants are withdrawn, I'll open a conversation, that shall excuse my leaving you together--_O! Charles!_ had I, like thee, been cautious in my choice, what melancholy hours had this heart avoided! _Man._ No more of that, I beg, my Lord---- Lord _Town._ But 'twill, at least, be some relief to my anxiety (however barren of content the state has been to me) to see so near a friend and sister happy in it: your harmony of life will be an instance how much the choice of temper is preferable to beauty. While your soft hours in mutual kindness move, You'll reach by virtue what I lost by love. [_Exeunt._ +ACT+ IV. +SCENE+ I. +SCENE+, _Mrs._ Motherly's _House_. _Enter Mrs. ~Motherly~, meeting ~Myrtilla~._ _Moth._ So, niece! where is it possible you can have been these six hours? _Myr._ O! Madam! I have such a terrible story to tell you! _Moth._ A story! ods my life! what have you done with the Count's note of five hundred pounds I sent you about? is it safe? is it good? is it security? _Myr._ Yes, yes, it is safe: but for its goodness----mercy on us! I have been in a fair way to be hang'd about it. _Moth._ The dickens! has the rogue of a Count play'd us another trick then? _Myr._ You shall hear, Madam; when I came to Mr. _Cash_, the Banker's, and shewed him his note for five hundred pounds, payable to the Count, or order, in two months--he looked earnestly upon it, and desired me to step into the inner room, while he examined his books----after I had staid about ten minutes, he came in to me----claps to the door, and charges me with a constable for forgery. _Moth._ Ah poor soul! and how didst thou get off?