_Mirand._ Indeed and Indeed, but you might _Gardy_.--Now methinks there's no Body Handsomer than you; So Neat, so Clean, so Good-Humour'd, and so Loving.-- Sir _Fran._ Pritty Rogue, Pritty Rogue, and so thou shalt find me, if thou do'st prefer thy _Gardy_ before these Caperers of the Age, thou shalt out-shine the Queen's Box on an _Opera_ Night; thou shalt be the Envy of the Ring (for I will Carry thee to _Hide-Park_) and thy Equipage shall Surpass, the what--d'ye call 'em Ambassadors. _Miran._ Nay, I'm sure the Discreet Part of my Sex will Envy me more for the Inside Furniture, when you are in it, than my Outside Equipage. Sir _Fran._ A Cunning Bagage, a faith thou art, and a wise one too; and to show thee thou hast not chose amiss, I'll this moment Disinherit my Son, and Settle my whole Estate upon thee. _Miran._ There's an old Rogue now: (_Aside._) No, _Gardy_, I would not have your Name be so Black in the World--You know my Father's Will runs, that I am not to possess my Estate, without your Consent, till I'm Five and Twenty; you shall only abate the odd Seven Years, and make me Mistress of my Estate to Day, and I'll make you Master of my Person to Morrow. Sir _Fran._ Humph? that may not be safe--No _Chargy_, I'll Settle it upon thee for _Pin-mony_; and that will be every bit as well, thou know'st. _Miran._ Unconscionable old Wretch, Bribe me with my own Money--Which way shall I get out of his Hands? (_Aside._ Sir _Fran._ Well, what art thou thinking on, my Girl, ha? How to Banter Sir _George?_ _Miran._ I must not pretend to Banter: He knows my Tongue too well: (_Aside._) No, _Gardy_, I have thought of a way will Confound him more than all I cou'd say, if I shou'd talk to him Seven Years. Sir _Fran._ How's that? Oh! I'm Transported, I'm Ravish'd, I'm Mad-- _Miran._ It wou'd make you Mad, if you knew All, (_Aside._) I'll not Answer him one Word, but be Dumb to all he says-- Sir _Fran._ Dumb, good; Ha, ha, ha. Excellent, ha, ha, I think I have you now, Sir _George_: Dumb! he'll go Distracted--Well, she's the wittiest Rogue--Ha, ha, Dumb! I can but Laugh, ha, ha, to think how damn'd Mad he'll be when he finds he has given his Money away for a a Dumb Show. Ha, ha, ha. _Miran._ Nay, _Gardy_, if he did but know my Thoughts of him, it wou'd make him ten times Madder: Ha, ha, ha. Sir _Fran._ Ay, so it wou'd _Chargy_, to hold him in such Derision, to scorn to Answer him, to be Dumb: Ha, ha, ha, ha. _Enter _Charles_._ Sir _Fran._ How now, Sirrah, Who let you in? _Char._ My Necessity, Sir. Sir _Fran._ Sir, your Necessities are very Impertinent, and ought to have sent before they Entred. _Char._ Sir, I knew 'twas a Word wou'd gain Admittance no where. Sir _Fran._ Then, Sirrah, how durst you Rudely thrust that upon your Father, which no Body else wou'd admit? _Char._ Sure the Name of a Son is a sufficient Plea. I ask this Lady's Pardon if I have intruded.