Sir _Tim_. Wou’d I cou’d see’t. [_Aside_. _Dia_. So modest. Sir _Tim_. Yes, ask my Maids. [_Aside_. _Dia_. So civil. Sir _Tim_. Yes, to my Neighbours Wives. [_Aside_.] But so, Madam, I find by this high Commendation of my Nephew, your Ladyship has a very slender opinion of your devoted Servant the while: or else, Madam, with this not disagreeable Face and Shape of mine, six thousand Pound a year, and other Virtues and Commodities that shall be nameless, I see no reason why I shou’d not beget an Heir of my own Body, had I the helping hand of a certain victorious Person in the World, that shall be nameless. [_Bowing and smirking_. _Dia_. Meaning me, I am sure; if I shou’d marry him now, and disappoint my dear Inconstant with an Heir of his own begetting, ‘twou’d be a most wicked Revenge for past Kindnesses. [_Aside_. Sir _Tim_. I know your Ladyship is studying now who this victorious Person shou’d be, whom I dare not name: but let it suffice, she is, Madam, within a Mile of an Oak. _Dia_. No, Sir, I was considering, if what you say be true, How unadvisedly I have lov’d your Nephew, Who swore to me he was to be your Heir. Sir _Tim_. My Heir, Madam! am I so visibly old to be so desperate? No, I’m in my years of desires and discretion, And I have thoughts, durst I but utter ‘em; But modestly say, Mum-- _Dia_. I took him for the hopefullest Gentleman-- Sir _Tim_. Let him hope on, so will I; and yet, Madam, in consideration of your Love to him, and because he is my Nephew, young, handsome, witty, and so forth, I am content to be so much a Parent to him, as if Heaven please,--to see him fairly hang’d. _Dia_. How, Sir! [_In amaze_. Sir _Tim_. He has deserv’d it, Madam: First, for lampooning the Reverend City with its noble Government, with the Right Honourable Gown-men; libelling some for Feasting, and some for Fasting, some for Cuckolds, and some for Cuckold-makers; charging us with all the seven deadly Sins, the Sins of our Fore-fathers, adding seven score more to the number; the Sins of Forty-One reviv’d again in Eighty-One, with Additions and Amendments; for which, though the Writings were drawn, by which I made him my whole Executor, I will disinherit him. Secondly, Madam, he deserves hanging for seducing, and most feloniously bearing away a young City-Heiress. _Dia_. Undone, undone! Oh, with what Face can I return again! What Man of Wealth or Reputation, now Will think me worth the owning! [_Feigns to weep_. Sir _Tim_. Yes, yes, Madam, there are honest, discreet, religious, and true Protestant Knights in the City, that wou’d be proud to dignify and distinguish so worthy a Gentlewoman. [Bowing and smiling. _Bet_. Look to your hits, and take fortune by the forelock, Madam. [_Aside_. --Alas, Madam, no Knight, and poor too! Sir _Tim_. As a Tory Poet.