Sir _Geo._ Pray, Madam, will you answer me to the Purpose? (__Miran._ shakes her Head, and points to Sir _Francis_._) What! does she mean she won't answer me to the purpose, or is she afraid yon' old Cuff should understand her Signs?--Aye, it must be that, I perceive, Madam, you are too apprehensive of the Promise you have made to follow my Rules; therefore I'll suppose your Mind and answer for you--First, for my self, Madam, that I am in Love with you is an infallible Truth. Now for you: (_Turns on her side._) Indeed, Sir, and may I believe it--As certainly, Madam, as that 'tis Day light, or that I Die if you persist in Silence--Bless me with the Musick of your Voice, and raise my Spirits to their proper Heaven: Thus low let me intreat; e'er I'm oblig'd to quit this Place, grant me some Token of a favourable Reception to keep my Hopes alive. (_Arises hastily turns of her side._) Rise, Sir, and since my Guardian's Presence will not allow me Privilege of Tongue, Read that and rest assured you are not indifferent to me. (_Offers her a Letter._) Ha! right Woman! But no (_She strikes it down._) matter I'll go on. Sir _Fran._ Ha! what's that a Letter--Ha, ha, ha, thou art baulk'd. _Miran._ The best Assurance I ever saw-- (_Aside._ Sir _Geo._ Ha? a Letter, Oh! let me Kiss it with the same Raptures that I would do the dear Hand that touch'd it. (_Opens it._) Now for a quick Fancy and a long _Extempore_--What's here? (_Reads._) "Dear, Sir _George_, this Virgin Muse I consecrate to you, which when it has receiv'd the Addition of your Voice, 'twill Charm me into Desire of Liberty to Love, which you, and only you can fix." My Angel! Oh you transport me! (_Kisses the Letter._) And see the Power of your Command; the God of Love has set the Verse already; the flowing Numbers Dance into a Tune, and I'm inspir'd with a Voice to sing it. _Miran._ I'm sure thou art inspir'd with Impudence enough. Sir _Geo._ (_Sings._) _Great Love inspire him; Say I admire him. Give me the Lover That can discover Secret Devotion from silent Motion; Then don't betray me, But hence convey me._ Sir _Geo._ (_Taking hold of _Miranda_._) With all my Heart, this Moment let's Retire. (_Sir _Francis_ coming up hastily._) Sir _Fran._ The Hour is expir'd, Sir, and you must take your leave. There, my Girl, there's the Hundred Pound which thou hast won, go, I'll be with you presently, Ha, ha, ha, ha. (_Exit _Miranda_._ Sir _Geo._ Ads Heart, Madam, you won't leave me just in the Nick, will you? Sir _Fran._ Ha, ha, ha, she has nick'd you, Sir _George_, I think, Ha, ha, ha: Have you any more Hundred Pounds to throw away upon Courtship, Ha, ha, ha. Sir _Geo._ He, he, he, he, a Curse of your fleering Jests--Yet, however ill I succeeded, I'll venture the same Wager, she does not value thee a spoonful of Snuff--Nay more, though you enjoyn'd her Silence to me, you'll never make her speak to the Purpose with your self.