L. _Rod._ Pray admit him, Cozen, he's rich and personable, very good humour'd, and no Fool: His aspiring at me does indeed show a prodigious stock of Vanity; but 'tis a failing, People o'the best Sense are liable to, and I had rather prove a Man too ambitious than to have no spirit at all. _Enter_ Nicknack. Mr. _Nicknack_, I'm so us'd to you of late, methinks your absence gives me some Chagrin; where have you been this tedious long half Hour? _Nick_. When we flung up the Cards, Madam, I went to see the two Children that grow together; I wish 'twere your Ladiship's case and mine. L. _Rod._ We shou'd rejoice to be parted agen. _Nick._ But has your Ladiship contemplated prodigiously o'the Matter? For really, Madam, I begin to find my self in more hast than I thought I was. L. _Rod._ Already, Mr. _Nicknack_, you're too hasty; tho' I have this opinion of you, a Match with you requires less _pro_ and _con_ than with some others; but I fancy People look so silly when they're going to be marry'd, to see 'em walk demurely up the Church, so sheepishly consenting and asham'd; with shoals of gaping Fools, that crowd about 'em, as if a Marriage were a Miracle; prithee, Mr. _Nicknack_, that I may guess a little at the Matter for a Frollick, let my Footman marry you, and my Cozen together. Mrs. _Lov._ Mr. _Nicknack_, and I, Madam. _Nick._ Mrs. _Lovejoy_, and I, Madam, a very good Jest i'faith. L. _Rod._ But you must believe, you're really marry'd, or how shall I discover the true Air of it? _Nick._ But, Madam, is not believing what one knows to be false, somewhat like a Tradegy Actress; who while she's playing a Queen or Empress, is full as haughty, and thinks her self as great. L. _Rod._ Oh! a strong faith often deprives People of their Senses. _Nick._ Nay, Madam, I have frequently told monstrous Stories, 'till I ha' believ'd 'em my self. L. _Rod._ We'll step into the next Room, I have a Fellow too that has the best Puritanical Face you ever saw; but the Society o'the Livery has secur'd him from ever being a Saint. [_Exeunt_ SCENE, _Lady_ Tossup's. _Enter Lady_ Tossup, _and Mrs._ Flimsy. _Flim._ Madam, the Major desires the Honour of kissing your Ladyship's Hands. _L. Toss._ The Major, _Flimsy!_ What Major? Major _Bramble_; What business can the Major have with me? _Flim._ Perhaps, Madam, he's come to pretend to your Ladyship. I have often caught him rolling his Eyes at your Ladyship, and several times o'late, he has watch'd above an Hour at the Tabernacle Door to see your Ladyship come out. L. _Toff._ It may be so? but he's old, _Flimsy_. _Flim._ He's not quite Fifty, Madam, and they say, He has his Health very well. L. _Toss._ Nay, he's rich; but, I hear, he makes Love to Lady _Rodomont_; if he slights her for me, I shall receive him more candidly to be reveng'd on her for affronting me in the _Park_--Pray _Flimsy_ introduce him. _Enter_ Bramble.