Mr. _Barn._ O the carrion! what does she play her jests upon me too?----but mum, he laughs best that laughs last. _Lis._ What shall I tell her, Sir, will you come? Mr. _Barn._ Yes, yes, tell her I'll come with a pox to her. [_Exeunt ~Mr.~ Barnard ~and~ Griffard._ _Lis._ Nay, I don't wonder he shou'd be angry--they do try his patience, that's the truth on't. +SCENE+ VI. _Enter ~Mariamne~._ What, Madam, have you left your mother and the company? _Mar._ So much tittle tattle makes my head ake; I don't wonder my father shou'd not love the _country_, for besides the expence he's at, he never enjoys a minute's quiet. _Lis._ But let's talk of our own affairs--have you writ to your lover? _Mar._ No, for I have not had time since I saw him. _Lis._ Now you have time then, about it immediately, for he's a sort of desperate spark, and a body does not know what he may do, if he shou'd not hear from you; besides you promised him, and you must behave yourself like a woman of honour, and keep your word. _Mar._ I'll about it this minute. _Enter ~Charly~._ _Char._ Cousin, cousin, cousin, where are you going? Come back, I have something to say to you. _Lis._ What does this troublesome boy want? _Char._ What's that to you what I want? perhaps I have something to say to her that will make her laugh----why sure! what need you care? _Mar._ Don't snub my cousin _Charly_----well, what is't? _Char._ Who do you think I met, as I was coming here, but that handsome gentleman I've seen at church ogle you like any devil? _Mar._ Hush, softly, cousin. _Lis._ Not a word of that for your life. _Char._ O I know I shou'd not speak on't before folks; you know I made signs to you above, that I wanted to speak to you in private, didn't I, cousin? _Mar._ Yes, yes, I saw you. _Char._ You see I can keep a secret.----I am no girl, mun----I believe I cou'd tell you fifty and fifty to that, of my sister _Cicely_----O she's the devil of a girl----but she gives me money and sugar-plumbs----and those that are kind to me fare the better for it, you see cousin. _Mar._ I always said my cousin _Charly_ was a good-natur'd boy. _Lis._ Well, and did he know you? _Char._ Yes, I think he did know me--for he took me in his arms, and did so hug and kiss me----between you and I, cousin, I believe he is one of the best friends I have in the world. _Mar._ Well, but what did he say to you? _Char._ Why, he ask'd me where I was going; I told him I was coming to see you; you're a lying young rogue, says he, I'm sure you dare not go see your cousin--for you must know my sister was with me, and it seems he took her for a crack, and I being a forward boy, he fancied I was going to make love to her under a hedge, ha, ha. _Mar._ So. _Char._ So he offer'd to lay me a _Lewis d'Or_ that I was not coming to you; so done, says I----Done, says he,----and so 'twas a bett, you know. _Mar._ Certainly.