Sir _Char_. How came you, pretty one, to lose your Wits thus? _Charl_. With loving, Sir, strongly, with too much loving. --Will you not let me see the lovely false one? [_To L_. Gal. For I am told you have his Heart in keeping. L. Gal_. Who is he? pray describe him. _Charl_. A thing just like a Man, or rather Angel! He speaks, and looks, and loves, like any God! All fine and gay, all manly, and all sweet: And when he swears he loves, you wou’d swear too That all his Oaths were true. Sir _Anth_. Who is she? some one who knows her and is wiser, speak--you, Mistress. [_To_ Clacket. Mrs. _Clack_. Since I must speak, there comes the Man of Mischief: ’.is you, I mean, for all your Leering, Sir. [_To_ Wild. _Wild_. So. Sir _Tim_. What, my Lord? Mrs. _Clack_. I never knew your Nephew was a Lord: Has his Honour made him forget his Honesty? [Charlot. _runs, and catches him in her Arms_. _Charl_. I have thee, and I’ll die thus grasping thee; Thou art my own, no Power shall take thee from me. _Wild_. Never; thou truest of thy Sex, and dearest, Thou soft, thou kind, thou constant Sufferer, This moment end thy Fears; for I am thine. _Charl_. May I believe thou art not married then? _Wild_. How can I, when I’m yours? How cou’d I, when I love thee more than Life? Now, Madam, I am reveng’d on all your Scorn, [_To L_. Galliard. --And, Uncle, all your Cruelty. Sir _Tim_. Why, what, are you indeed my Nephew Thomas? _Wild_. I am _Tom Wilding_, Sir, that once bore some such Title, till you discarded me, and left me to live upon my Wits. Sir _Tim_. What, and are you no Polish Embassador then incognito? _Wild_. No, Sir, nor you no King Elect, but must e’en remain as you were ever, Sir, a most seditious pestilent old Knave; one that deludes the Rabble with your Politicks, then leaves ‘em to be hang’d, as they deserve, for silly mutinous Rebels. Sir _Tim_. I’ll peach the Rogue, and then he’ll be hang’d in course, because he’s a Tory. One comfort is, I have cozen’d him of his rich Heiress; for I’m married, Sir, to Mrs. _Charlot_. _Wild_. Rather _Diana_, Sir; I wish you Joy: See here’s _Charlot_. I was not such a Fool to trust such Blessings with the Wicked. _Sir Charl_. How, Mrs. Dy Ladyfi’d! This is an excellent way of disposing an old cast-off Mistress. Sir _Tim_. How, have I married a Strumpet then? _Dia_. You give your Nephew’s Mistress, Sir, too coarse a Name. ‘Tis true, I lov’d him, only him, and was true to him. Sir _Tim_. Undone, undone! I shall ne’er make Guildhall-Speech more: but he shall hang for’t, if there be e’er a Witness to be had between this and Salamanca for Money. _Wild_. Do your worst, Sir; Witnesses are out of fashion now, Sir, thanks to your Ignoramus Juries. Sir _Tim_. Then I’m resolv’d to disinherit him. _Wild_. See, Sir, that’s past your Skill too, thanks to my last Night’s Ingenuity; they’re [shews him the Writings.] sign’d, seal’d, and deliver’d in the presence of, &c.