_Wit._ And I’ll comply with that Resolve of his, and neither love nor marry _Isabella_, without his Permission; and I doubt not but I shall by my Respects to him gain his Consent,--to cuckold him. [Aside. Sir _Pat._ I profess ingenuously, a very discreet young Man. _Wit._ But, Madam, when may I promise my self the satisfaction of coming again? For I’m impatient for the Sight and Enjoyment of the fair Person I love. L. _Fan._ Sir, you may come at night, and something I will do by that time shall certainly give you that access you wish for. _Wit._ May I depend upon that Happiness? L. _Fan._ Oh, doubt not my power over Sir _Patient_. Sir _Pat._ My Lady _Fancy_, you promise largely. L. _Fan._ Sir _Patient_ here! _Wit._ A Devil on him, wou’d I were well off: now must I dissemble, profess, and lye most confoundedly. Sir _Pat._ Your Servant, Sir, your Servant.--My Lady _Fancy_, your Ladyship, is well entertain’d I see; have a care you make me not jealous, my Lady _Fancy_. L. _Fan._ Indeed I have given you cause, Sir _Patient_, for I have been entertaining a Lover, and one you must admit of too. Sir _Pat._ Say you so, my Lady _Fancy_?--Well, Sir, I am a Man of Reason, and if you shew me good causes why, can bid you welcome, for I do nothing without Reason and Precaution. _Wit._ Sir, I have-- Sir _Pat._ I know what you wou’d say, Sir; few Words denoteth a Wise Head,--you wou’d say that you have an Ambition to be my Son-in-Law. _Wit._ You guess most right, Sir. Sir _Pat._ Nay, Sir, I’ll warrant I’ll read a Man as well as the best, I have studied it. _Wit._ Now, Invention, help me or never. Sir _Pat._ Your Name, I pray? [Putting off his Hat gravely at every Word. _Wit._ _Fainlove_, Sir. Sir _Pat._ Good Mr. _Fainlove_, your Country? _Wit._ _Yorkshire_, Sir. Sir _Pat._ What, not Mr. _Fainlove’s_ Son of _Yorkshire_, who was knighted in the good days of the late Lord Protector? [Off his Hat. _Wit._ The same, Sir.--I am in, but how to come off again the Devil take me if I know. [Aside. Sir _Pat._ He was a Man of admirable parts, believe me, a notable Head piece, a publick-spirited Person, and a good Commonwealths-man, that he was, on my word.--Your Estate, Sir, I pray? [Hat off. _Wit._ I have not impair’d it, Sir, and I presume you know its value:--For I am a Dog if I do. [Aside. Sir _Pat._ O’ my Word, ‘tis then considerable, Sir; for he left but one Son, and fourteen hundred Pounds _per Annum_, as I take it: which Son, I hear, is lately come from _Geneva_, whither he was sent for virtuous Education. I am glad of your Arrival, Sir.--Your Religion, I pray? _Wit._ You cannot doubt my Principles, Sir, since educated at _Geneva_. Sir _Pat._ Your Father was a discreet Man: ah, Mr. _Fainlove_, he and I have seen better days, and wish we cou’d have foreseen these that are arriv’d. _Wit._ That he might have turn’d honest in time, he means, before he had purchas’d Bishops Lands.