_Vizard._ Ha! I hear a voice. Madam----my life, my happiness, where are you, madam? _Smug._ Madam! He takes me for a woman too: I'll try him. Where have you left your sanctity, Mr. Vizard? _Vizard._ Talk no more of that ungrateful subject--I left it where it has only business, with day-light; 'tis needless to wear a mask in the dark. _Smug._ Well, sir, but I suppose your dissimulation has some other motive besides pleasure? _Vizard._ Yes, madam, the honestest motive in the world--interest----You must know, madam, that I have an old uncle, Alderman Smuggler; you have seen him, I suppose. _Smug._ Yes, yes, I have some small acquaintance with him. _Vizard._ 'Tis the most knavish, precise, covetous old rogue, that ever died of the gout. _Smug._ Ah, the young son of a whore! [_Aside._] Well, sir, and what of him? _Vizard._ Why, madam, he has a swingeing estate, which I design to purchase as a saint, and spend like a gentleman. He got it by cheating, and should lose it by deceit. By the pretence of my zeal and sobriety, I'll cozen the old miser, one of these days, out of a settlement and deed of conveyance---- _Smug._ It shall be a deed to convey you to the gallows then, ye young dog. [_Aside._ _Vizard._ And no sooner he's dead, but I'll rattle over his grave with a coach and six, to inform his covetous ghost how genteelly I spend his money. _Smug._ I'll prevent you, boy; for I'll have my money buried with me. [_Aside._ _Vizard._ Bless me, madam! here's a light coming this way. I must fly immediately.----When shall I see you, madam? _Smug._ Sooner than you expect, my dear. _Vizard._ Pardon me, dear madam, I would not be seen for the world. I would sooner forfeit my life, my pleasure, than my reputation. [_Exit._ _Smug._ Egad, and so would I too. [_Exit._ ACT THE FIFTH. SCENE I. LADY DARLING'S _House_. _Enter_ LADY DARLING _and_ ANGELICA. _Lady D._ Daughter, since you have to deal with a man of so peculiar a temper, you must not think the general arts of love can secure him; you may therefore allow such a courtier some encouragement extraordinary, without reproach to your modesty. _Ang._ I am sensible, madam, that a formal nicety makes our modesty sit awkward, and appears rather a chain to enslave, than a bracelet to adorn us; it should show, when unmolested, easy and innocent as a dove, but strong and vigorous as a falcon, when assaulted. _Lady D._ I'm afraid, daughter, you mistake Sir Harry's gaiety for dishonour. _Ang._ Though modesty, madam, may wink, it must not sleep, when powerful enemies are abroad. I must confess, that, of all men's, I would not see Sir Harry Wildair's faults. _Lady D._ You must certainly be mistaken, Angelica; for I'm satisfied Sir Harry's designs are only to court and marry you.