[_Exit ~Myr~._ Count _Bas._ Why ay! Count! That title has been of some use to me indeed! not that I have any more pretence to it, than I have to a blue ribband. Yet, I have made a pretty considerable figure in life with it: I have loll'd in my own chariot, dealt at assemblies, din'd with Ambassadors, and made one at quadrille, with the first women of quality----But----_Tempora mutantur_----since that damn'd squadron at _White_'s have left me out of their last secret, I am reduced to trade upon my own stock of industry, and make my last push upon a wife: if my card comes up right (which I think can't fail) I shall once more cut a figure, and cock my hat in the face of the best of them! for since our modern men of fortune are grown wise enough to be sharpers: I think sharpers are fools that don't take up the airs of men of quality. [_Exit._ +ACT+ V. +SCENE+ I. +SCENE+, _Lord_ Townly's _House_. _Enter ~Manly~ and Lady ~Grace~._ _Man._ There's something, Madam, hangs upon your mind, to-day: is it unfit to trust me with it? Lady _Grace._ Since you will know----my sister then----unhappy woman! _Man._ What of her? Lady _Grace._ I fear is on the brink of ruin! _Man._ I am sorry for it----what has happened? Lady _Grace._ Nothing so very new! but the continual repetition of it, has at last rais'd my brother to an intemperance that I tremble at. _Man._ Have they had any words upon it? Lady _Grace._ He has not seen her since yesterday. _Man._ What, not at home all night! Lady _Grace._ About five this morning in she came! but with such looks, and such an equipage of misfortunes at her heels----what can become of her? _Man._ Has not my lord seen her, say you? Lady _Grace._ No! he chang'd his bed last night----I sat with him alone till twelve, in expectation of her: but when the clock had struck, he started from his chair, and grew incens'd to that degree, that had I not, almost on my knees, dissuaded him, he had ordered the doors that instant to have been locked against her. _Man._ How terrible is his situation? when the most justifiable severities he can use against her, are liable to be the mirth of all the dissolute card-tables in town! Lady _Grace._ 'Tis that, I know, has made him bear so long: but you that feel for him, Mr. _Manly_, will assist him to support his honour, and, if possible, preserve his quiet! therefore I beg you don't leave the house, 'till one or both of them can be wrought to better temper. _Man._ How amiable is this concern, in you! Lady _Grace._ For heaven's sake don't mind me, but think of something to preserve us all. _Man._ I shall not take the merit of obeying your commands, Madam, to serve my Lord----but pray, Madam, let me into all that has past, since yesternight.