L. _Fan._ He’s always thus when visited, to save Charges,--But how, dear _Wittmore_, cam’st thou to think of a Name and Country so readily? _Wit._ Egad, I was at the height of my Invention, and the Alderman civilly and kindly assisted me with the rest; but how to undeceive him-- L. _Fan._ Take no care for that, in the mean time you’ll be shreudly hurt to have the way laid open to our Enjoyment, and that by my Husband’s procurement too: But take heed, dear _Wittmore_, whilst you only design to feign a Courtship, you do it not in good earnest. _Wit._ Unkind Creature! L. _Fan._ I would not have you endanger her Heart neither: for thou hast Charms will do’t.--Prithee do not put on thy best Looks, nor speak thy softest Language; for if thou dost, thou canst not fail to undo her. _Wit._ Well, my pretty Flatterer, to free her Heart and thy Suspicions, I’ll make such aukward Love as shall persuade her, however she chance to like my Person, to think most leudly of my Parts.--But ‘tis fit I take my leave, for if _Lodwick_ or _Leander_ see me here, all will be ruin’d; death, I had forgot that. L. _Fan._ _Leander’s_ seldom at home, and you must time your Visits: but see Sir _Patient’s_ return’d, and with him your new Mistress. Enter Sir _Patient_ and _Isabella_. Sir _Pat._ Here’s my Daughter _Isabella_, Mr. _Fainlove_: she’ll serve for a Wife, Sir, as times go; but I hope you are none of those.--Sweet-heart, this Gentleman I have design’d you, he’s rich and young, and I am old and sickly, and just going out of the World, and would gladly see thee in safe Hands. _Maun._ He has been just going this twenty Years. [Aside. Sir _Pat._ Therefore I command you to receive the tenders of his Affection. Enter _Fanny_. _Fan._ Sir Father, my Lady _Knowell’s_ in the Garden. L. _Fan._ My Dear, we must go meet her in decency. Sir _Pat._ A hard case, a Man cannot be sick in quiet. [Exit with L. _Fan._ _Isab._ A Husband, and that not _Lodwick_! Heaven forbid. [Aside. _Wit._ Now Foppery assist to make me very ridiculous,--Death, she’s very pretty and inviting; what an insensible Dog shall I be counted to refuse the Enjoyment of so fair, so new a Creature, and who is like to be thrown into my Arms too whether I will or not?--but Conscience and my Vows to the fair Mother: No, I will be honest.--Madam,--as Gad shall save me, I’m the Son of a Whore, if you are not the most Belle Person I ever saw, and if I be not damnably in love with you; but a pox take all tedious Courtship, I have a free-born and generous Spirit; and as I hate being confin’d to dull Cringing, Whining, Flattering, and the Devil and all of Foppery, so when I give an Heart, I’m an Infidel, Madam, if I do not love to do’t frankly and quickly, that thereby I may oblige the beautiful Receiver of my Vows, Protestations, Passions, and Inclination. _Isab._ You’re wonderful ingaging, Sir, and I were an Ingrate not to facilitate a return for the Honour you are pleas’d to do me.