Sir _Char_. Why, do but hear me, Uncle; Lord, you’re so hasty! Why, look ye, I am as ready, d’ye see, as any Man on these Occasions. Sir _Anth_. Are you so, Sir? and I’ll make you willing, or try Toledo with you, Sir--Why, what, I shall have you whining when you are sober again, traversing your Chamber with Arms across, railing on Love and Women, and at last defeated, turn whipping _Tom_, to revenge your self on the whole Sex. Sir _Char_. My dear Uncle, come kiss me and be friends; I will be rul’d. [_Kisses him_. Sir _Anth_.--A most admirable good-natur’d Boy this! [_Aside_. Well then, dear _Charles_, know, I have brought thee now hither to the Widow’s House, with a Resolution to have thee order matters so, as before thou quitst her, she shall be thy own, Boy. Sir _Char_. Gad, Uncle, thou’rt a Cherubin! Introduce me, d’ye see, and if I do not so woo the Widow, and so do the Widow, that e’er morning she shall be content to take me for better for worse--Renounce me! Egad, I’ll make her know the Lord God from _Tom Bell_, before I have done with her. Nay, backt by my noble Uncle, I’ll venture on her, had she all Cupid’s Arrows, genus’s Beauty, and Messalina’s Fire, d’ye see. Sir _Anth_. A sweet Boy, a very sweet Boy! Hum, thou art damnable handsome to Night, _Charles_--Ay, thou wilt do’t; I see a kind of resistless Leudness about thee, a most triumphant Impudence, loose and wanton. [_Stands looking on him_. _Enter_ Closet. _Clos_. Heavens, Gentlemen, what makes you here at this time of Night? Sir _Char_. Where’s your Lady? _Clos_. Softly, dear Sir. Sir _Char_. Why, is she asleep? Come, come, I’ll wake her. [_Offers to force in as to the Bed-chamber_. _Clos_. Hold, hold, Sir; No, no, she’s a little busy, Sir. Sir _Char_. I’ll have no Business done to Night, Sweetheart. _Clos_. Hold, hold, I beseech you, Sir, her Mother’s with her; For Heaven’s sake, Sir, be gone. Sir _Char_. I’ll not budge. Sir _Anth_. No, not a Foot. _Clos_. The City you know, Sir, is so censorious-- Sir _Char_. Damn the City. Sir _Anth_. All the Whigs, _Charles_, all the Whigs. Sir _Char_. In short, I am resolv’d, d’ye see, to go to the Widow’s Chamber. Sir _Anth_. Harkye, Mrs. Closet I thought I had entirely engag’d you this Evening. _Clos_. I am perfectly yours, Sir; but how it happens so, her Mother being there--Yet if you wou’d withdraw for half an hour, into my Chamber, till she were gone-- Sir _Anth_. This is the Reason, _Charles_. Here, here’s two Pieces to buy thee a Gorget. [_Gives her Money_. Sir _Char_. And here’s my two, because thou art industrious. [_Gives her Money, and they go out with her_. _Enter Lady_ Galliard _in rage, held by_ Wilding. L. _Gal_. What have I done? Ah, whither shall I fly? [_Weeps_.