_Hump._ I tell you plainly, you must not think of having me. _Pounce._ [_To_ CLER.] You'll have opportunity enough to carry her off; the old fellows will be busy with me. I'll gain all the time I can, but be bold and prosper. _Niece._ Clerimont, you follow us. _Cler._ Upon the wings of love. ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I.--CLERIMONT, SEN.'S _House._ _Enter_ CLERIMONT, SEN. _and_ FAINLOVE. _Cler. Sen._ Then she gave you this letter, and bid you read it as a paper of verses? _Fain._ This is the place, the hour, the lucky minute. Now am I rubbing up my memory, to recollect all you said to me when you first ruined me, that I may attack her right. _Cler. Sen._ Your eloquence would be needless; 'tis so unmodish to need persuasion: Modesty makes a lady embarrassed; but my spouse is above that, as for example [_Reading her letter_]-- "Fainlove, you don't seem to want wit; therefore I need say no more than that distance to a woman of the world is becoming in no man but a husband: an hour hence come up the back stairs to my closet. "Adieu, Mon Mignon." I am glad you are punctual; I'll conceal myself to observe your interview.--O torture! but this wench must not see it. [_Aside._ _Fain._ Be sure you come time enough to save my reputation. _Cler. Sen._ Remember your orders, "distance becomes no man but a husband." _Fain._ I am glad you are in so good humour on the occasion; but you know me to be but a bully in love, that can bluster only till the minute of engagement--but I'll top my part, and form my conduct by my own sentiments. If she grows coy, I'll grow more saucy--'twas so I was won myself. _Cler. Sen._ Well, my dear rival, your assignation draws nigh; you are to put on your transport, your impatient throbbing heart won't let you wait her arrival. Let the dull family-thing and husband, who reckons his moments by his cares, be content to wait; but you are a gallant, and measure time by ecstasies. _Fain._ I hear her coming--To your post--good husband, know your duty, and don't be in the way when your wife has a mind to be in private--To your post, into the coal-hole. _Enter_ MRS. CLERIMONT. Welcome, my dear, my tender charmer, oh! to my longing arms--feel the heart pant, that falls and rises as you smile or frown. Oh, the ecstatic moment!--I think that was something like what has been said to me. [_Aside._ _Mrs. Cler._ Very well, Fainlove.--I protest I value myself for my discerning. I knew you had fire through all the respect you showed me; but how came you to make no direct advances, young gentleman? Why was I forced to admonish your gallantry?