_Phil._ Beside, I am sure the uncle has something worth your notice. I'll take care to get off the young one, and leave you to observe what may be wrought out of the old one for your good. [_To_ LUC. _Exit._ _Cimb._ Madam, this old gentleman, your great uncle, desires to be introduced to you, and to see you nearer!--Approach, sir. _Myrt._ By your leave, young lady. [_Puts on spectacles._]--Cousin Cimberton! She has exactly that sort of neck and bosom for which my sister Gertrude was so much admired in the year sixty-one, before the French dresses first discovered anything in women below the chin. _Luc._ [_Aside._] What a very odd situation am I in! though I cannot but be diverted at the extravagance of their humours, equally unsuitable to their age--Chin, quotha--I don't believe my passionate lover there knows whether I have one or not. Ha! ha! _Myrt._ Madam, I would not willingly offend, but I have a better glass. [_Pulls out a large one._ _Enter_ PHILLIS. _Phil._ [_To_ CIMBERTON.] Sir, my lady desires to show the apartment to you that she intends for Sir Geoffry. _Cimb._ Well, sir! by that time you will have sufficiently gazed and sunned yourself in the beauties of my spouse there.--I will wait on you again. [_Exit_ CIMB. _and_ PHIL. _Myrt._ Were it not, madam, that I might be troublesome, there is something of importance, though we are alone, which I would say more safe from being heard. _Luc._ There is something in this old fellow, methinks, that raises my curiosity. [_Aside._ _Myrt._ To be free, madam, I as heartily contemn this kinsman of mine as you do, and am sorry to see so much beauty and merit devoted by your parents to so insensible a possessor. _Luc._ Surprising!--I hope, then, sir, you will not contribute to the wrong you are so generous as to pity, whatever may be the interest of your family. _Myrt._ This hand of mine shall never be employed to sign anything against your good and happiness. _Luc._ I am sorry, sir, it is not in my power to make you proper acknowledgments; but there is a gentleman in the world whose gratitude will, I am sure, be worthy of the favour. _Myrt._ All the thanks I desire, madam, are in your power to give. _Luc._ Name them and command them. _Myrt._ Only, madam, that the first time you are alone with your lover, you will, with open arms, receive him. _Luc._ As willingly as his heart could wish it. _Myrt._ Thus, then, he claims your promise. O Lucinda! _Luc._ Oh! a cheat! a cheat! a cheat! _Myrt._ Hush! 'tis I, 'tis I, your lover, Myrtle himself, madam. _Luc._ O bless me! what a rashness and folly to surprise me so--But hush--my mother. _Enter_ MRS. SEALAND, CIMBERTON, _and_ PHILLIS. _Mrs. Seal._ How now! what's the matter? _Luc._ O madam! as soon as you left the room my uncle fell into a sudden fit, and--and--so I cried out for help to support him and conduct him to his chamber. _Mrs. Seal._ That was kindly done! Alas! sir, how do you find yourself?