_Mir._ _Manage_ will furnish you from my Wardrobe. [Exit _Olivia_ with _Manage_. Enter _Teresia_. _Geo._ And see my good Genius appears too. _Ter._ See, Sir, I am resolv’d to be welcome to your Arms; look, here are the Writings of the Estate my Grandfather left me, and here’s three thousand Pound my Grandmother has settled on me, upon her Marriage with you. [Gives him the Writings. _Geo._ And here’s my Father’s Estate settled on me--Come, let’s put them together--and go in, and let the Parson do as much for us. [Puts ‘em in her Case. _Ter._ But have you very well considered this Matter? _Geo._ Teresia, we’ll do like most Couples, marry first, and consider afterwards-- [Leads her in. Enter a Footman. _Foot._ Sir, here’s Sir _Merlin_, with a Lady mask’d, wou’d speak with you. _Wel._ Carry ‘em into the Dining-Room, I’ll wait on ‘em anon. [Exeunt _Omnes_. SCENE IV. _My Lady _Youthly’s_; Discovers her, and _Lettice_ dressing her._ L. _Youth._ Hold the Glass higher, _Lettice_; is not this Tour too brown?--Methinks it does not give a youthful Aire to my Face. _Lett._ That’s not in Nature. L. _Youth._ Like Nature! Ay, but Nature’s self wants Art, nor does this Fontange suit with my Complexion--put on a little more red, _Lettice_, on my Cheeks, and Lips. [She does so. _Lett._ Ay, for they are but a little too much upon the _Coventry_-Blue--This Tour must come more forward, Madam, to hide the Wrinkles at the corners of your Eyes-- [Pulls it. L. _Youth._ Ay, _Lettice_, but there are others, that neither Tours, nor Paint, nor Patches will hide, I fear--yet altogether, _Lettice_-- [Puts on her Spectacles, and looks in the Glass. Enter _Sir Rowland_. Sir _Row._ What, no Bride yet, nor Bridegroom? L. _Youth._ Ay, what can be the meaning of this? Sir _Row._ But _Teresia_, Madam, where can she be gadding? L. _Youth._ Why, _Lettice_ tells me, she went to buy some Trifles to adorn her this Night--Her Governante is with her, and my Steward. Enter Mr. _Twang_. _Twang._ Alas, what pity ‘tis; the Supper is quite spoil’d, and no Bridegroom come! _A Noise of hallowing without, and Musick._ Enter Lady _Blunder_. L. _Blun._ Bless us! Here’s a whole Regiment of Liveries, Coaches, and Flambeaux at the Door! the Fops of the Town have heard of a Wedding, and are come in Masquerade. Enter Musick playing; after them, Prince _Frederick_, leading _Mirtilla_, _George_ leading _Teresia_; Sir _Merlin_, _Diana_; Mrs. _Manage_, _Britton_; Pages, and Footmen, all in Masquerade. Sir _Morgan_ comes in, all in Mourning; _Welborn_, and _Olivia_. Sir _Mer._ Hearing of a high Wedding, Sir, we made bold (as the saying is) to give you Joy. Sir, are not you the Bridegroom? _Ter._ Where’s your Bride, Sir? Ha! ha! ha! Sir _Mer._ Ay, ay, where’s your Bride? Sir _Row._ What’s that to you, _Sir_ Coxcomb?