[_Addresses himself to_ Galliard, _Sir_ Charles _puts him by. Enter_ Charlot _disguised_, Clacket _and_ Foppington. Sir _Char_. Heavens, Clacket, yonder’s my False one, and that my lovely Rival. [_Pointing to_ Wild, _and L_. Gal. _Enter_ Diana _and_ Sensure _masked, and_ Betty. _Dia_. Dear Mrs. _Sensure_, this Favour has oblig’d me. _Sen_. I hope you’ll not discover it to his Worship, Madam. _Wild_. By her Mien, this shou’d be handsome-- [_Goes to_ Diana.] Madam, I hope you have not made a Resolution to deny me the Honour of your Hand. _Dia_. Ha, _Wilding_! Love can discover thee through all Disguise. _Wild_. Hah, _Diana_! wou’d ‘twere Felony to wear a Vizard. Gad, I’d rather meet it on the King’s Highway, with Stand and Deliver, than thus encounter it on the Face of an old Mistress; and the Cheat were more excusable--But how-- [_Talks aside with her_. Sir _Char_. Nay, never frown nor chide: For thus do I intend to shew my Authority, till I have made thee only fit for me. _Wild_. Is’t so, my precious Uncle? Are you so great a Devil in Hypocrisy? Thus had I been serv’d, had I brought him the right Woman. [_Aside_. _Dia_. But do not think, dear _Tommy_, I wou’d have serv’d thee so; married thy Uncle, and have cozen’d thee of thy Birth-right--But see, we’re observ’d. [Charlot _listening behind him all this while_. _Char_. By all that’s good ‘tis he! that Voice is his! [_He going from_ Dian. _turns upon_ Charlot, _and looks_. _Wild_. Hah, what pretty Creature’s this, that has so much of _Charlot_ in her Face? But sure she durst not venture; ‘tis not her Dress nor Mien. Dear pretty Stranger, I must dance with you. _Char_. Gued deed, and see ye shall, Sir, gen you please. Though I’s not dance, Sir, I’s tell ya that noo. _Wild_. Nor I, so we’re well matcht. By Heaven, she’s wondrous like her. _Char_. By th’ Mass not so kind, Sir: ‘Twere gued that ene of us shou’d dance to guid the other weel. _Wild_. How young, how innocent and free she is! And wou’d you, fair one, be guided by me? _Char_. In any thing that gued is. _Wild_. I love you extremely, and wou’d teach you to love. _Char_. Ah, wele aday! [_Sighs and smiles_. _Wild_. A thing I know you do not understand. _Char_. Gued faith, and ya’re i’th’ right, Sir; yet ‘tis a thing I’s often hear ya gay men talk of. _Wild_. Yes, and no doubt have been told those pretty Eyes inspired it. _Char_. Gued deed, and so I have! Ya men make sa mickle ado about ens Eyes, ways me, I’s ene tir’d with sick-like Complements. _Wild_. Ah, if you give us wounds, we must complain. _Char_. Ye may ene keep out a harms way then. _Wild_. Oh, we cannot; or if we cou’d, we wou’d not. _Char_. Marry, and I’s have ene a Song tol that tune, Sir. _Wild_. Dear Creature, let me beg it. _Char_. Gued faith, ya shall not, Sir, I’s sing without entreaty.