_Patch._ Sir _George_ will be impatient, Madam; if their Plot succeeds, we shall be well receiv'd; if not, he will be able to protect us. Besides, I long to know how my young Lady fares. _Miran._ Farewell, old _Mammon_, and thy detested Walls; 'twill be no more sweet Sir _Francis_, I shall be compell'd to the odious Task of Dissembling no longer to get my own, and coax him with the wheedling Names of my _Precious_, my _Dear_, dear _Gardee_. Oh Heavens! _Enter Sir _Francis_ behind._ Sir _Fran._ Ah, my sweet _Chargee_, don't be frighted. (_She starts._) But thy poor _Gardee_ has been abused, cheated, fool'd, betray'd, but no Body knows by whom. _Miran._ (_Aside._) Undone! past Redemption. Sir _Fran._ What won't you speak to me, _Chargee!_ _Miran._ I'm so surpriz'd with Joy to see you, I know not what to say. Sir _Fran._ Poor, dear Girl! But do'e know that my Son, or some such Rogue, to rob or murder me, or both, contriv'd this Journey? For upon the Road I met my Neighbour _Squeezum_ well, and coming to Town. _Miran._ Good lack, good lack! what Tricks are there in this World! _Enter _Scentwell_, with a Diamond Necklace in her Hand; not seeing Sir _Francis_._ _Scentw._ Madam, be pleas'd to tye this Neck-lace on; for I can't get it into the-- (_Seeing Sir _Francis_._ _Miran._ The Wench is a Fool, I think! cou'd you not have carry'd it to be mended, without putting it in the Box? Sir _Fran._ What's the matter? _Miran._ Only Dear'e, I bid her, I bid her--Your ill Usage has put every thing out of my Head. But won't you go, _Gardee_, and find out these Fellows, and have them punish'd! and, and-- Sir _Fran._ Where shou'd I look them, Child? No I'll sit me down contented with my Safety, nor stir out of my own Doors, till I go with thee to a Parson. _Miran._ (_Aside._) If he goes into his Closet I am ruin'd. Oh! bless me in this Fright, I had forgot Mrs. _Patch_. _Patch._ Ay, Madam, and I stay for your speedy Answer. _Miran._ (_Aside._) I must get him out of the House. Now assist me Fortune. Sir _Fran._ Mrs. _Patch_, I profess I did not see you, how dost thou do, Mrs. _Patch_; well don't you repent leaving my _Chargee?_ _Patch._ Yes, every body must love her--but I came now--Madam, what did I come for, my Invention is at the last Ebb. (_Aside to _Miranda_._ Sir _Fran._ Nay, never Whisper, tell me. _Miran._ She came, dear _Gardee_ to invite me to her Lady's Wedding, and you shall go with me _Gardee_, 'tis to be done this Moment to a _Spanish_ Merchant; Old Sir _Jealous_ keeps on his Humour, the first Minute he sees her, the next he marries her. Sir _Fran._ Ha, ha, ha, I'd go if I thought the sight of Matrimony wou'd tempt _Chargee_ to perform her Promise: There was a smile, there was a consenting Look with those pretty Twinklers, worth a Million. Ods precious, I am happier than the Great _Mogul_, the Emperour of _China_, or all the Potentates that are not in Wars. Speak, confirm it, make me leap out of my Skin.