_Myr._ While I was ready to sink in this condition, I begg'd him to have a little patience, 'till I could send for Mr. _Manly_, whom he knew to be a gentleman of worth and honour, and who, I was sure, would convince him, whatever fraud might be in the note, that I was myself an innocent abus'd woman----and as good luck would have it, in less than half an hour Mr. _Manly_ came----so, without mincing the matter, I fairly told him upon what design the Count had lodg'd that note in your hands, and in short, laid open the whole scheme he had drawn us into, to make our fortune. _Moth._ The devil you did! _Myr._ Why how do you think it was possible I could any otherwise make Mr. _Manly_ my friend, to help me out of the scrape I was in? To conclude, he soon made Mr. _Cash_ easy, and sent away the Constable; nay farther promis'd me, if I would trust the note in his hands, he would take care it should be be fully paid before it was due, and at the same time would give me an ample revenge upon the Count; so that all you have to consider now, Madam, is, whether you think yourself safer in the Count's hands, or Mr. _Manly_'s. _Moth._ Nay, nay, child; there is no choice in the matter! Mr. _Manly_ may be a friend indeed, if any thing in our power can make him so. _Myr._ Well, madam, and now pray how stand matters at home here? What has the Count done with the ladies? _Moth._ Why every thing he has a mind to do, by this time, I suppose. He is in as high favour with Miss, as he is with my Lady. _Myr._ Pray, where are the ladies? _Moth._ Rattling abroad in their own coach, and the well-bred Count along with them: they have been scouring all the shops in town over, buying fine things and new clothes from morning to night: they have made one voyage already, and have brought home such a cargo of bawbles and trumpery----mercy on the poor man that's to pay for them! _Myr._ Did not the young Squire go with them! _Moth._ No, no; Miss said, truly he would but disgrace their party: so they even left him asleep by the kitchen fire. _Myr._ Has he not asked after me all this while? for I had a sort of an assignation with him. _Moth._ O yes! he has been in a bitter taking about it. At last his disappointment grew so uneasy, that he fairly fell a crying; so to quiet him, I sent one of the maids and _John Moody_ abroad with him to shew him----the lions and the Monument. Ods me! there he is, just come home again----you may have business with him----so I'll even turn you together. _Enter Squire ~Richard~._ Squ. _Rich._ Soah! soah! Mrs. _Myrtilla_, where han yow been aw this day, forsooth? _Myr._ Nay, if you go to that, Squire, where have you been, pray? Squ. _Rich._ Rich. Why, when I fun' at yow were no loikly to come whoam, I were ready to hong my sel----so _John Moody_, and I, and one o' your lasses have been----Lord knows where----a seeing o' the soights. _Myr._ Well and pray what have you seen, Sir?