_Sure._ With me? sure thou’rt mistaken; is it not _Friendly_? _Maid._ No, Madam, ‘tis a Stranger. _Ran._ ‘Tis not _Daring_, that Rogue, is it? _Maid._ No, Madam. _Ran._ Is he handsome? does he look like a Gentleman? _Maid._ He’s handsome, and seems a Gentleman. _Ran._ Bring him in then, I hate a Conversation without a Fellow,--hah,--a good handsome Lad indeed. Enter _Hazard_ with a Letter. _Sure._ With me, Sir, would you speak? _Haz._ If you are Madam _Surelove_. _Sure._ So I am call’d. _Haz._ Madam, I am newly arriv’d from _England_, and from your Husband my Kinsman bring you this.-- [Gives a Letter. _Ran._ Please you to sit, Sir. _Haz._ She’s extremely handsome. [Aside--sits down. _Ran._ Come, Sir, will you smoke a Pipe? _Haz._ I never do, Madam. _Ran._ Oh, fie upon’t, you must learn then, we all smoke here, ‘tis a part of good Breeding.--Well, well, what Cargo, what Goods have ye? any Points, Lace, rich Stuffs, Jewels; if you have, I’ll be your Chafferer, I live hard by, any body will direct you to the Widow _Ranter’s_. _Haz._ I have already heard of you, Madam. _Ran._ What, you are like all the young Fellows, the first thing they do when they come to a strange Place, is to enquire what Fortunes there are. _Haz._ Madam, I had no such Ambition. _Ran._ Gad, then you’re a Fool, Sir; but come, my service to you; we rich Widows are the best Commodity this Country affords, I’ll tell you that. [This while _Sure._ reads the Letter. _Sure._ Sir, my Husband has recommended you here in a most particular manner, by which I do not only find the esteem he has for you, but the desire he has of gaining you mine, which on a double score I render you, first for his sake, next for those Merits that appear in your self. _Haz._ Madam, the endeavours of my Life shall be to express my Gratitude for this great Bounty. Enter _Maid_. _Maid._ Madam, Mr. _Friendly’s_ here. _Sure._ Bring him in. _Haz._ _Friendly!_--I had a dear Friend of that name, who I hear is in these Parts.--Pray Heaven it may be he. _Ran._ How now, _Charles_. Enter _Friendly_. _Friend._ Madam, your Servant--Hah! should not I know you for my dear friend _Hazard_. [Embracing him. _Haz._ Or you’re to blame, my _Friendly_. _Friend._ Prithee what calm brought thee ashore? _Haz._ Fortune _de la guerre_, but prithee ask me no Questions in so good Company, where a Minute lost from this Conversation is a Misfortune not to be retriev’d. _Friend._ Dost like her, Rogue-- [Softly aside. _Haz._ Like her! have I sight, or sense?--Why, I adore her. _Friend._ Mrs. _Chrisante_, I heard your Father would not be here to day, which made me snatch this opportunity of seeing you. _Ran._ Come, come, a Pox of this whining Love, it spoils good Company. _Friend._ You know, my dear Friend, these Opportunities come but seldom, and therefore I must make use of them.