Sir _Fran._ Very fine! so here I mun fast, 'till I am almost famished for the good of my country; while Madam is laying me out an hundred pounds a day in lace as fine as a cobweb, for the honour of my family! ods-flesh; things had need go well at this rate! Squ. _Rich._ Nay, nay----come, feyther. [_Exit Sir ~Francis~._ _Enter Mrs. ~Motherly~._ _Moth._ Madam, my Lady desires you and the Count will please to come and assist her fancy in some of the laces. Count _Bas._ We'll wait upon her-- [_Exit Mrs. ~Motherly~._ _Jenny._ So! I told you how it was! you see she can't bear to leave us together. Count _Bas._ No matter, my dear: you know she has ask'd me to stay supper: so when your papa and she are a-bed, Mrs. _Myrtilla_ will let me into the house again; then you may steal into her chamber, and we'll have a pretty sneaker of punch together. _Myr._ Ay, ay, Madam, you may command me any thing. _Jenny._ Well! that will be pure! Count _Bas._ But you had best go to her alone, my life: it will look better if I come after you. _Jenny._ Ay, so it will: and to-morrow you know at the masquerade. And then!----hey! _Oh, I'll have a husband! ay, marry_, &c. [_Exit singing._ _Myr._ So, Sir! am not I very _commode_ to you? Count _Bas._ Well, child, and don't you find your account in it? did not I tell you we might still be of use to one another? _Myr._ Well, but how stands your affair with Miss, in the main? Count _Bas._ O she's mad for the masquerade! it drives like a nail, we want nothing now but a parson, to clinch it. Did not your aunt say she could get one at a short warning? _Myr._ Yes, yes, my Lord _Townly_'s chaplain is her cousin, you know; he'll do your business and mine, at the same time. Count _Bas._ O! it's true! but where shall we appoint him? _Myr._ Why, you know my Lady _Townly_'s house is always open to the masques upon a ball-night, before they go to the _Hay-market_. Count _Bas._ Good. _Myr._ Now the Doctor purposes, we should all come thither in our habits, and when the rooms are full, we may steal up into his chamber, he says, and there----crack----he'll give us all canonical commission to go to bed together. Count _Bas._ Admirable! Well, the devil fetch me, if I shall not be heartily glad to see thee well settled, child. _Myr._ And may the black gentleman tuck me under his arm at the same time, if I shall not think myself oblig'd to you, as long as I live. Count _Bas._ One kiss for old acquaintance sake----I'gad I shall want to be busy again! _Myr._ O you'll have one shortly will find you employment: but I must run to my squire. Count _Bas._ And I to the ladies----so your humble servant, sweet Mrs. _Wronghead_. _Myr._ Yours, as in duty bound, most noble Count _Basset_.