_Sir H._ Fight! Let me consider. I love her----that's true;----but then I love honest Sir Harry Wildair better. The Lady Lurewell is divinely charming----right----but then a thrust i' the guts, or a Middlesex jury, is as ugly as the devil. _Vizard._ Ay, Sir Harry, 'twere a dangerous cast for a beau baronet to be tried by a parcel of greasy, grumbling, bartering boobies, who would hang you, purely because you're a gentleman. _Sir H._ Ay, but on t'other hand, I have money enough to bribe the rogues with: so, upon mature deliberation, I would fight for her. But no more of her. Pr'ythee, Vizard, cannot you recommend a friend to a pretty mistress by the bye, till I can find my own? You have store, I'm sure; you cunning poaching dogs make surer game, than we that hunt open and fair. Pr'ythee now, good Vizard. _Vizard._ Let me consider a little.--Now love and revenge inspire my politics! [_Aside._ [_Pauses whilst_ SIR HARRY _walks, singing_. _Sir H._ Pshaw! thou'rt longer studying for a new mistress, than a waiter would be in drawing fifty corks. _Vizard._ I design you good wine; you'll therefore bear a little expectation. _Sir H._ Ha! say'st thou, dear Vizard? _Vizard._ A girl of nineteen, Sir Harry. _Sir H._ Now nineteen thousand blessings light on thee. _Vizard._ Pretty and witty. _Sir H._ Ay, ay, but her name, Vizard! _Vizard._ Her name! yes--she has the softest, whitest hand that e'er was made of flesh and blood; her lips so balmy sweet---- _Sir H._ Well, well, but where shall I find her, man? _Vizard._ Find her!--but then her foot, Sir Harry! she dances to a miracle. _Sir H._ Pr'ythee, don't distract me. _Vizard._ Well then, you must know, that this lady is the greatest beauty in town; her name's Angelica: she that passes for her mother is a private bawd, and called the Lady Darling: she goes for a baronet's lady, (no disparagement to your honour, Sir Harry) I assure you. _Sir H._ Pshaw, hang my honour! but what street, what house? _Vizard._ Not so fast, Sir Harry; you must have my passport for your admittance, and you'll find my recommendation in a line or two will procure you very civil entertainment; I suppose twenty or thirty pieces handsomely placed, will gain the point. _Sir H._ Thou dearest friend to a man in necessity! Here, sirrah, order my carriage about to St. James's; I'll walk across the park. [_To his_ SERVANT. _Enter_ CLINCHER SENIOR.