Mrs. _Lov_. Nay, Madam, your Ladiship need'n't be discompos'd about the Matter, I only told it you as a piece o'news, and if it be no concern t'you, you may soon forget it. L. _Rod_. Discompos'd, Creature! Have you had your being in my Family so long not to know nothing under the Sun's considerable enough to discompose me? But 'tis a thing impossible; it's not two Hours since he kneel'd to me, said his sole Happiness depended on my Smiles, with utmost Arguments enforc'd his Passion, faulter'd, look'd pale, and trembl'd as he spoke it: Not that I who have had foreign Princes at my Feet, value the conqu'ring an _English_ Collonel; but I that know my Power infallible, drew him by policy to that Confession, to have him, as I wou'd have all Mankind, my Slave. Mrs. _Lov_. Sir _Harry_, Madam, affirm'd it with that unaffected Air of Truth, enjoyn'd me so strict a Secrecy in the Matter, saying, if't were discover'd his Life might be in danger; that you must pardon me, Madam, if I can't help believing it. L. _Rod_. Cozen, you that have never been beyond _Tunbridge-Wells_, must'nt dispute with me that know the Intreagues of ev'ry Court and Country. Matches an't so easily made up, nor is it probable my slighting him, shou'd make another Lady value him; if it be true, he must have been in League with her some time, and, certainly, I shan't care to be banter'd.----But I'll know that presently;--Where are all my Fellows? prithee, Cozen, bid one of 'em come, hither. [_Exit Mrs._ Lov. _Enter_ Footman. Who order'd you, you fat, heavy heel'd Booby; you are two Hours creeping to the Gate? Call another,-- _Enter another_ Footman. Nor you you Sot, you'll loiter at ev'ry Ale-house you come to. Send in the _Yorkshire_ Footman that's never out o'breath;---- _Enter a Third_. This Fellow's an intollerable Fool too; d'you hear Changling, go to _Young Man's_ Coffee-house, enquire for _Collonel Blenheim_; if he's not there, run to the _Smyrna, White's, Tom's, Will's, Offendo's_, and the _Gaunt_; tell him I desire to speak with him presently; search the _Park_, the _Play house_, and all the Taverns and Gaming-houses you can think on; for, positively, if you don't find him, I'll immediately turn you off. _Re-enter Mrs._ Lovejoy. Mrs. _Lov_. I hope, Madam, your Ladiship's not displeas'd with me; 'tis my int'rest to oblige in ev'ry thing, where daily I receive such numerous Favours. [_Aside_]. She has the Money, and I must submit, tho' 'tis well known, I'm of a much better Family. L. _Rod_. Excuse me, dear Cozen, and don't imagine the most finish'd Cavalier cou'd shake my firm Resolves; but when a Fellow's arrogance shall dare to proffer his unwelcome worthless Love, then villainously act the same Part elsewhere; Honour won't let me tamely acquiesce. Mrs. _Lov._ Madam, Mr. _Nicknack_ desires the favour of kissing your Hands.