L. _Youth._ A young Man! I cry your mercy heartily--Young Man, I alighted in the Sun, and am almost blind. _Geo._ With wondrous old Age. [Aside. L. _Youth._ Good lack, Sir _Rowland_, that I should mistake a young Man so! Sir _Row._ Ay, Madam, and such a young Man too. L. _Youth._ Ay, ay, I see him now. [Puts on her Spectacles. _Geo._ S’death, what a Sepulcher is here to bury a Husband in? How came she to escape the Flood? for sure she was not born since. [Aside. Sir _Row._ This is the lusty Lad, my Son _George_, I told your Ladyship of. L. _Youth._ Cot so, cot so, is it so, Sir? I ask your Pardon, Sir. Mr. _Twang_, take a survey of him, and give me your Opinion of his Person and his Parts. _Twang._ Truly, Madam, the young Man is of a comely Personage and Lineaments. L. _Youth._ Of what, Sir?--Lord, I have such a Cold. [Coughs. _Geo._ Which she got when the _Picts_ went naked. L. _Blun._ Madam, you have a Power over Sir _Rowland_; pray intreat him to take his Son, Sir _Merlin_, into Grace again. [To _Teresia_. _Ter._ That, Sir, you must grant me; pray let me know the Quarrel. [Sir _Rowland_ seems to tell. _Geo._ By Heaven, she’s fair as the first ruddy Streaks of opening Day. [Looking on _Teresia_. Young as the budding Rose, soft as a _Cupid_, but never felt his Dart, she is so full of Life and Gaiety. Pray, Madam, who is that Lady? [To Lady _Blun._ L. _Blun._ The Grandchild of your Mistress, and your Mother that must be. _Geo._ Then I shall cuckold my Father, that’s certain. [Aside. Sir _Row._ For your sake, Madam, once again I re-establish him in my family; but the first Fault cashiers him--Come, let’s in--Here, my Lady _Youthly_, take _George_ by the hand; but have a care of the young Rogue, if he comes once to touch so brisk a Widow, he sets her Heart on fire. _Geo._ Which will burn like a snuff of a Candle; no body will be able to endure it. [Aside. --So Fortune, I see, provides for me: On this hand Wealth, on that young Pleasures lie; He ne’er wants these, who has that kind Supply. [Exeunt. _The End of the First Act._ ACT II. SCENE I. Sir _Rowland’s_ Lodging. Enter Sir _Rowland_, _Teresia_, and Lady _Youthly_, &c. L. _Youth._ Well, Sir _Rowland_, if I should be inclin’d to cast away my self on your Son _George_, what wou’d you settle? Sir _Row._ Settle! not a Souse, Madam; he carries the best younger Brother’s Fortune in _Christendom_ about him. L. _Youth._ Why, the young Man’s deserving, I confess. But he’s your Son, Sir _Rowland_, and something ought to be settled upon the Heirs of our Bodies, lawfully begotten. Sir _Row._ All _Hercules_ his Labours were a Jig to his that shall beget ’.m. [Aside. If you like him upon these terms, to make him Master of your Fortune-- L. _Youth._ For that, let him trust to me, and his own deservings.