_Col._ And as many trolloping Girls, that are the greatest Drugs in Nature--Well, Madam, since we're come to talk of Procreation, it must be a Match; and tho' I courted you in a careless way, to please your Humour, know now, I do love thee beyond measure; thou shalt have Progeny innumerable; we'll walk to Church with our good Deeds after us; and let 'em be dull or homely, as we must suppose 'em, when they are lawfully begot, there is a Pleasure, a Tenderness in nursing Children, which none but Mothers know. Sir _Har._ Why isn't this better now than fretting and fuming at one another; People shou'd marry first, and quarrel afterwards. Oh! here comes pretty Mrs. _Lovejoy_, and some more of the good Family. _Enter_ Nicknack, _and Mrs._ Lovejoy. _Nick._ Well, Madam, how does your Ladyship like the Air o' Matrimony. La. _Rod._ Extremely well, Mr. _Nicknack_, methinks my Cousin and you make a most suitable, agreeable Couple, 'tis pity but you were marry'd in earnest. Mrs. _Lov._ In earnest, Madam! pray what have we been doing all this while. _Nick._ Doing, _Precious_, does the chatt'ring over a few Words by her Ladyship's spruce Footman, in his fine Head o' Hair signify any thing; don't let your Faith intoxicate you neither. Mrs. _Lov._ No, _Precious_, but the chattering over a few Words by a spruce Parson, in his fine Head o' Hair, which I took care to provide, and put into her Ladyship's Livery, does signifie somewhat. _Nick._ Ha! La. _Rod._ What Cousin, have you depriv'd me of my Lover? Mrs. _Lov._ I knew your Ladyship had a much superiour Aim, but my Ambition soars no higher than being an honest Citizen's Wife. _Nick._ Don't it so, Mrs. _Ambush_? Methinks you ha' soar'd prodigiously in that; do you imagine the Ladies of _Billiter-Lane_, St. _Mary-Ax_, and _French-Ordinary-Court_ will think you their equal. La. _Rod._ I must tell you, Mr. _Nicknack_, you have marry'd a Gentlewoman, whose Education equals the best; her Wit and Breeding will refine your City. _Nick._ Will her Wit and Breeding new furnish my House, or buy a Thousand Pound Stock in the _Hollow-Blade-Company_. [_To Mrs._ Lov.] Well, Madam, since you have plaid me a t'other end o'the Town Trick, I shall prove a t'other end o'the Town Husband, and have nothing to say to you when I can get any body else. Mrs. _Lov._ I then, Sir, shall prove a t'other end o'the Town Wife, and find a great many Persons that shall have a great deal to say to me. Sir _Har._ [_Aside to Mrs._ Lov.] Have you kept the Secret, Madam? Mrs. _Lov._ No, Sir _Harry_, But you'll be oblig'd to me to keep another Secret, that you endeavour'd to debauch me. Sir _Har._ You gave me such Hopes, Madam, that you'll keep that for your own Reputation. [_To_ Nick.] Your pardon, Sir, for whispering your Lady. _Nick._ Sir, I have more Manners than to be jealous, especially of what I don't care two pinches of Snuff for. _Enter Servant._ _Ser._ Madam, _Major Bramble_, and his Lady.