_Hump._ What should ail me? Did you think I was wind-galled? I can sing, too, if I please; but I won't till I see your sister--This is a mighty pretty house. _Mrs. Cler._ Well, do you know that I like this gentleman extremely? I should be glad to inform him--But were you never in France, Mr. Gubbin? _Hump._ No; but I'm always thus pleasant, if my father's not by.--[_To_ FAINLOVE.] I protest I'd advise your sister to have me: I'm for marrying her at once. Why should I stand shilly-shally, like a country bumpkin? _Fain._ Mr. Gubbin, I daresay she'll be as forward as you; we'll go in and see her. [_Apart._ _Mrs. Cler._ Then he has not yet seen the lady he is in love with! I protest very new and gallant--Mr. Gubbin, she must needs believe you a frank person--Fainlove, I must see this sister, too, I'm resolved she shall like him. There needs not time true passion to discover; The most believing is the most a lover. SCENE II.--NIECE'S _Lodgings._ _Enter_ NIECE. _Niece._ Oh, Clerimont! Clerimont! To be struck at first sight! I'm ashamed of my weakness; I find in myself all the symptoms of a raging amour. I love solitude, I grow pale, I sigh frequently, I call upon the name of Clerimont when I don't think of it--His person is ever in my eyes, and his voice in my ears--Methinks I long to lose myself in some pensive grove, or to hang over the head of some warbling fountain, with a lute in my hand, softening the murmurs of the water. _Enter_ AUNT. _Aunt._ Biddy, Biddy; where's Biddy Tipkin? _Niece._ Whom do you inquire for? _Aunt._ Come, come; he's just a-coming at the Park door. _Niece._ Who is coming? _Aunt._ Your cousin Humphry. Who should be coming? Your lover, your husband that is to be--Pray, my dear, look well, and be civil for your credit, and mine too. _Niece._ If he answers my idea, I shall rally the rustic to death. _Aunt._ Hist--Here he is. _Enter_ HUMPHRY. _Hump._ Aunt, your humble servant. Is that--ha! Aunt? _Aunt._ Yes, cousin Humphry, that's your cousin Bridget--Well, I'll leave you together. [_Exit_ AUNT. _They sit._ _Hump._ Aunt does as she'd be done by, cousin Bridget, does not she, cousin? Ha! What, are you a Londoner, and not speak to a gentleman? Look ye, cousin, the old folks resolving to marry us, I thought it would be proper to see how I liked you, as not caring to buy a pig in a poke, for I love to look before I leap. _Niece._ Sir, your person and address bring to my mind the whole history of Valentine and Orson.[94] What, would they marry me to a wild man? Pray answer me a question or two. _Hump._ Ay, ay; as many as you please, cousin Bridget. _Niece._ What wood were you taken in? How long have you been caught? _Hump._ Caught! _Niece._ Where were your haunts? _Hump._ My haunts! _Niece._ Are not clothes very uneasy to you? Is this strange dress the first you ever wore? _Hump._ How?