Hau. I had a rare Speech for her thou knowest, and an Entertainment besides, that was, tho I say it, unordinary: But a pox of this new way of Civility, as thou call’st it, it has put me quite beside my part. Glo. Tho you are out of your complimenting Part, I am not out of my dancing one, and therefore that part of your Entertainment I’ll undertake for. ’Slife, Sir, would you disappoint all our Ship’s Company?— Hau. That’s according as I find this proud Tit in Humour. Car. And why so coy? pray why all this Dissimulation? Come, come, I have told him your Mind, and do intend to make you both happy immediately. Euph. How, Sir, immediately! Car. Yes, indeed; nay, if you have deceiv’d me, and dissembled with me, when I was so kind, I’ll show you Trick for Trick i’faith— [Goes to _Haunce_. Euph. What shall we do, _Olinda?_ Olin. Why marry Don _Alonzo_, Madam. Euph. Do not rally, this is no time for Mirth. Olin. Fie upon’t, Madam, that you should have so little Courage; your Father takes this Fellow to be _Alonzo_. Car. What Counsel are you giving there, hah? Olin. Only taking leave of our old Acquaintance, since you talk of marrying us so soon. 289 Car. What Acquaintance, pray? Olin. Our Maiden-heads, Sir. Hau. Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Wench, faith now; I believe you would be content to part with yours with less warning. Olin. On easy Terms perhaps, but this marrying I do not like; ’tis like going a long Voyage to Sea, where after a while even the Calms are distasteful, and the Storms dangerous: one seldom sees a new Object, ’tis still a deal of Sea, Sea; Husband, Husband, every day,—till one’s quite cloy’d with it. Car. A mad Girl this, Son. Hau. Ay, Sir, but I wish she had left out the simile, it made my Stomach wamble. Glo. Pray, Sir, let you the Maid alone as an Utensil belonging to my Place and Office, and meddle you with the Mistress. Hau. Faith now, thou hast the better Bargain of the two; my Mistress looks so scurvily and civil, that I don’t know what to say to her—Lady—hang’t, that look has put me quite out again. Car. To her, Son, to her— Hau. Hark ye, Lady—Well, what next now? Oh pox, quite out, quite out; tell me whether the old Man ly’d or no, when he told me you lov’d me. Euph. I love you! Hau. Look you there now, how she looks again. Car. She’s only bashful, Sir, before me; therefore if you please to take a small Collation, that has waited within for you this three Hours— Hau. That’s strange now, that any thing should wait for me, who was no more expected here than _Bethlehem-Gaber_: Faith now, Lady, this Father of yours is very simple. Euph. To take you for his Son. Hau. I meant to have surpriz’d you I vow, before you had dreamt of me; and when I came, you all knew me as well as if you had cast a Figure for me. 290 Car. Well, Son, you’ll follow. Euph. You will not leave me alone, Sir, with a Man?