_Sir H._ Now go thy way for an illustrious bawd of Babylon:--she dresses up a sin so religiously, that the devil would hardly know it of his making. _Enter_ LADY DARLING _with_ ANGELICA. _Lady D._ Pray, daughter, use him civilly; such matches don't offer every day. [_Exit_ LADY DARL. _Sir H._ Oh, all ye powers of love! an angel!--'Sdeath, what money have I got in my pocket? I can't offer her less than twenty guineas----and, by Jupiter, she's worth a hundred. _Ang._ 'Tis he! the very same! and his person as agreeable as his character of good humour.----Pray Heaven his silence proceed from respect! _Sir H._ How innocent she looks! How would that modesty adorn virtue, when it makes even vice look so charming!----By Heaven, there's such a commanding innocence in her looks, that I dare not ask the question! _Ang._ Now, all the charms of real love and feigned indifference assist me to engage his heart; for mine is lost already. _Sir H._ Madam--I--I----Zouns, I cannot speak to her!--Oh, hypocrisy! hypocrisy! what a charming sin art thou! _Ang._ He is caught; now to secure my conquest--I thought, sir, you had business to communicate. _Sir H._ Business to communicate! How nicely she words it!----Yes, madam, I have a little business to communicate. Don't you love singing-birds, madam? _Ang._ That's an odd question for a lover--Yes, sir. _Sir H._ Why, then, madam, here's a nest of the prettiest goldfinches that ever chirp'd in a cage; twenty young ones, I assure you, madam. _Ang._ Twenty young ones! What then, sir? _Sir H._ Why then, madam, there are----twenty young ones----'Slife, I think twenty is pretty fair. _Ang._ He's mad, sure!----Sir Harry, when you have learned more wit and manners, you shall be welcome here again. [_Exit._ _Sir H._ Wit and manners! 'Egad, now, I conceive there is a great deal of wit and manners in twenty guineas--I'm sure 'tis all the wit and manners I have about me at present. What shall I do? _Enter_ CLINCHER JUNIOR _and_ DICKY. What the devil's here? Another cousin, I warrant ye!--Harkye, sir, can you lend me ten or a dozen guineas instantly? I'll pay you fifteen for them in three hours, upon my honour. _Clinch. jun._ These London sparks are plaguy impudent! This fellow, by his assurance, can be no less than a courtier. _Dicky._ He's rather a courtier by his borrowing. _Clinch. jun._ 'Faith, sir, I han't above five guineas about me. _Sir H._ What business have you here then, sir?--For, to my knowledge, twenty won't be sufficient. _Clinch. jun._ Sufficient! for what, sir? _Sir H._ What, sir! Why, for that, sir; what the devil should it be, sir? I know your business, notwithstanding all your gravity, sir. _Clinch. jun._ My business! Why, my cousin lives here.