_Wild_. I have, ‘tis true, been wicked; but I shall now turn from my evil ways, establish my self in the religious City, and enter into the Association. There want but these same Writings, Sir, and your good Character of me. Sir _Tim_. Thou shalt have both, all in good time, Man: Go, go thy ways, and I’ll warrant thee for a good Character, go. _Wild_. Ay, Sir, but the Writings, because I told her, Sir, I was your Heir; nay, forc’d to swear too, before she wou’d believe me. Sir _Tim_. Alas, alas! how shreudly thou wert put to’t! _Wild_. I told her too, you’d buy a Patent for me; for nothing woos a City-Fortune like the hopes of a Ladyship. Sir _Tim_. I’m glad of that; that I can settle on her presently. [_Aside_. _Wild_. You may please to hint something to her of my godly Life and Conversation; that I frequent Conventicles, and am drunk no where but at your true Protestant Consults and Clubs, and the like. Sir _Tim_. Nay, if these will please her, I have her for certain. [_Aside_. Go, go, fear not my good word. _Wild_. But the Writings, Sir-- Sir _Tim_. Am I a Jew, a Turk? Thou shalt have any thing, now I find thee a Lad of Parts, and one that can provide so well for thy Uncle. [_Aside_. [_Puts him out, and addresses himself to the Lady_. _Wild_. Wou’d they were hang’d that trust you, that have but the art of Legerdemain, and can open the Japan-Cabinet in your Bed-chamber, where I know those Writings are kept. Death, what a disappointment’s here! I wou’d ha’ sworn this Sham had past upon him. [_Aside_.] But, Sir, shall I not have the Writings now? Sir _Tim_. What, not gone yet! for shame, away; canst thou distrust thy own natural Uncle? Fie, away, _Tom_, away. _Wild_. A Plague upon your damn’d Dissimulation, that never failing Badge of all your Party, there’s always mischief at the bottom on’t; I know ye all; and Fortune be the Word. When next I see you, Uncle, it shall cost you dearer. [_Exit_. _Enter_ Jervice. _Jer_. An’t please your Worship, Supper’s almost over, and you are askt for. Sir _Tim_. They know I never sup; I shall come time enough to bid ‘em welcome. [_Exit_ Jer. _Dia_. I keep you, Sir, from Supper, and better Company. Sir _Tim_. Lady, Were I a Glutton, I cou’d be satisfy’d With feeding on those two bright starry Eyes. _Dia_. You are a Courtier, Sir; we City-Maids do seldom hear such Language; in which you shew your kindness to your Nephew, more than your thoughts of what my Beauty merits. Sir _Tim_. Lord, Lord, how innocent she is! [_Aside_.] My Nephew, Madam? yes, yes, I cannot chuse but be wondrous kind upon his score. _Dia_. Nay, he has often told me, you were the best of Uncles, and he deserves your goodness, so hopeful a young Gentleman.