Sir _Geo._ Ay, prithee consider, for thou shalt find me very much at thy Service. _Patch._ Suppose, Sir, the Lady shou'd be in Love with you. Sir _Geo._ Oh! I'll return the Obligation in a Moment. _Patch._ And marry her? Sir _Geo._ Ha, ha, ha, that's not the way to Love her Child. _Miran._ If he discovers me, I shall die--Which way shall I escape?--Let me see. (_Pauses._ Sir _Geo._ Well, Madam-- _Miran._ I have it--Sir _George_, 'tis fit you should allow something; if you'll excuse my Face, and turn your Back (if you look upon me I shall sink, even mask'd as I am) I will confess why I have engag'd you so often, who I am, and where I live? Sir _Geo._ Well, to show you I'm a Man of Honour I accept the Conditions. Let me but once know those, and the Face won't be long a Secret to me. (_Aside._ _Patch._ What mean you, Madam? _Miran._ To get off. Sir _Geo._ 'Tis something indecent to turn ones Back upon a Lady; but you command and I obey. (_Turns his Back._) Come, Madam, begin-- _Miran._ First then it was my unhappy Lot to see you at _Paris_ (_Draws back a little while and speaks_) at a Ball upon a Birth-Day; your Shape and Air charm'd my Eyes; your Wit and Complaisance my Soul, and from that fatal Night I lov'd you. (_Drawing back._) And when you left the Place, Grief seiz'd me so--No Rest my Heart, no Sleep my Eyes cou'd know.-- _Last I resolv'd a hazardous Point to try,_ _And quit the Place in search of Liberty._ (Exit. Sir _Geo._ Excellent--I hope she's Handsome--Well, Now, Madam, to the other two Things: Your Name, and where you live?--I am a Gentleman, and this Confession will not be lost upon me.--Nay, prithee don't weep, but go on--for I find my Heart melts in thy Behalf--speak quickly or I shall turn about--Not yet.--Poor Lady, she expects I shou'd comfort her; and to do her Justice, she has said enough to encourage me. (_Turns about._) Ha? gone! The Devil, jilted? Why, what a Tale has she invented--of _Paris_, Balls, and Birth-Days.--Egad I'd give Ten Guineas to know who this Gipsie is.--A Curse of my Folly--I deserve to lose her; what Woman can forgive a Man that turns his Back. _The Bold and Resolute, in Love and War, To Conquer take the Right, and swiftest way; The boldest Lover soonest gains the Fair, As Courage makes the rudest Force obey, Take no denial, and the Dames adore ye, Closely pursue them and they fall before ye._ The End of the First ACT. ACT the Second. _Enter Sir _Francis Gripe_, _Miranda_._ Sir _Fran._ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. _Miran._ Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha; Oh, I shall die with Laughing.--The most Romantick Adventure: Ha, ha! what does the odious young Fop mean? A Hundred Pieces to talk an Hour with me; Ho, ha. Sir _Fran._ And I'm to be by too; there's the Jest; Adod, if it had been in Private, I shou'd not have car'd to trust the young Dog.