Sir _Mer._ Father me no Fathers; I fight for _Teresia_, my lawfully begotten Spouse. _Geo._ That I once called you Brother, saves your Life; therefore resign your Sword here at his reverend Feet. Sir _Mer._ Sirrah, you lye, Sirrah-- _Geo._ There, drag away this Brute. [Disarms him. To the Footman. Sir _Mer._ Rogues, Dogs, bring Mrs. _Teresia_ along with you. _Ter._ Sure this is my fine Fellow--and yet the very same that’s to be married to my Grandmother; nor can that City Habit hide the Gentleman. [_George_ speaks this while with his Father, who embraces him. Sir _Morg._ Burnt, say you, Mrs. _Teresia_, de see--my Lady _Mirtilla_ burnt! Nay, then, ‘tis time to go to sleep, get sober, and marry again. [Goes out. Sir _Row._ Enough, my Boy, enough; thou deserv’st my whole Estate, and thou shalt have it, Boy--This day thou shalt marry the Widow, and I her Grand-child. I’ll to my Lawyers, and settle all upon thee instantly. [Goes out. _Geo._ How, marry to day--Old Gentleman, you must be cozen’d; and, Faith, that goes against my Conscience--Ha, the Fair, the Young _Teresia_ there--When a man’s bent upon Wickedness, the Devil never wants an Opportunity to present him with, that she shou’d be in my way now--Fair Creature, are you resolv’d to be my Mother-in-law? _Ter._ As sure as you to be my Grandfather, Sir--And see--the News of your being come, has rais’d my Grandmother. Enter _Lettice_, my Lady’s maid, and Lady _Youthly_. _Geo._ A Pox upon her, her Ghost had been less frightful. _Ter._ I cou’d have spar’d her now too; but see she advances as swift as Time. _Geo._ And as old: What shall I do? I dye to speak with you-- L. _Youth._ Where--where’s this Young Welcome Gentleman--Oh, are you here, Sir-- [She sees him not, but runs upon him. _Lettice_, take _Teresia_, and get you to your Chamber, she has her Trinkets to get ready against the Wedding anon, for we’ll make but one work of both. _Ter._ Ay, ‘twill save Charges, Madam-- L. _Youth._ Ay, ay, get you gone, Lovers sometimes wou’d be private. _Geo._ Heark ye--leave me not to her mercy, by Love, if you do, I’ll follow you to your Chamber. _Ter._ Leave you! No, hang me if I do, till I have told you a piece of my mind, for I find there’s no dallying. L. _Youth._ Well, Sir, I have finish’d the Great Work. _Geo._ I wish you had--_Teresia_, once you made me hope you did not hate me. L. _Youth._ What says he, _Teresia_? _Ter._ He says, he hopes you do not hate him, Madam. L. _Youth._ No, by my Troth, Sir; I feel something for you, I have not felt before. _Geo._ Not these Threescore Years, I dare swear--You have too much Wit, _Teresia_, to have been only pleas’d with the Embroider’d Coat, and Gawdy Plume, when still the man’s the same. L. _Youth._ What says he, Embroider’d Coat and Plume? _Ter._ He hopes your Ladyship likes him ne’er the worse, for being without those Fopperies.