_Sir H._ Like her, madam!--Harkye, will you take it?--Why, 'faith, madam--Take the money, I say, or, 'egad, all's out. _Ang._ All shall out--Sir, you are a scandal to the name of gentleman. _Sir H._ With all my heart, madam--In short, madam, your daughter has used me somewhat too familiarly, though I have treated her like a woman of quality. _Lady D._ How, sir? _Sir H._ Why, madam, I have offered her a hundred guineas. _Lady D._ A hundred guineas! Upon what score? _Sir H._ Upon what score! Lord, lord, how these old women love to hear bawdy!--Why, 'faith, madam, I have never a _double entendre_ ready at present; but I suppose you know upon what score. _Ang._ Hold, sir, stop your abusive tongue, too loose for modest ears to hear----Madam, I did before suspect, that his designs were base, now they're too plain; this knight, this mighty man of wit and humour, is made a tool to a knave--Vizard has sent him on a bully's errand, to affront a woman; but I scorn the abuse, and him that offered it. _Lady D._ How, sir, come to affront us! D'ye know who we are, sir? _Sir H._ Know who you are! Why, your daughter there, is Mr. Vizard's --cousin, I suppose. And for you, madam--I suppose your ladyship to be one of those civil, obliging, discreet old gentlewomen, who keep their visiting days for the entertainment of their presenting friends, whom they treat with imperial tea, a private room, and a pack of cards. Now I suppose you do understand me. _Lady D._ This is beyond sufferance! But say, thou abusive man, what injury have you ever received from me, or mine, thus to engage you in this scandalous aspersion. _Ang._ Yes, sir, what cause, what motives could induce you thus to debase yourself below your rank? _Sir H._ Heyday! Now, dear Roxana, and you, my fair Statira, be not so very heroic in your style: Vizard's letter may resolve you, and answer all the impertinent questions you have made me. _Lady D. and Ang._ We appeal to that. _Sir H._ And I'll stand to't; he read it to me, and the contents were pretty plain, I thought. _Ang._ Here, sir, peruse it, and see how much we are injured, and you deceived. _Sir H._ [_Opening the Letter._] But hold, madam, [_To_ LADY DARLING.] before I read I'll make some condition:--Mr. Vizard says here, that I won't scruple thirty or forty pieces. Now, madam, if you have clapped in another cypher to the account, and made it three or four hundred, 'egad I'll not stand to't. _Lady D._ The letter, sir, shall answer you.