Sir _Pat._ That you have, Sir, you wou’d say, made a Sport and May-game of the Ingagement of your Word; I take it, Mr. _Fainlove_, ‘tis not like the Stock you come from. _Wit._ Yes, I was like to have spoil’d all, ‘sheart, what fine work I had made--but most certainly he has discover’d my Passion for his Wife.--Well, Impudence assist me--I made, Sir, a trifle of my Word, Sir! from whom have you this Intelligence? Sir _Pat._ From whom shou’d I, Sir, but from my Daughter _Isabella_? _Wit._ _Isabella!_ The malicious Baggage understood to whom my first Courtship was address’d last Night, and has betray’d me. Sir _Pat._ And, Sir, to let you see I utter nothing without Precaution, pray read that Letter. _Wit._ Hah--a Letter! what can this mean,--’tis _Lucia’s_ Hand, with _Isabella’s_ Name to’t.--Oh, the dear cunning Creature, to make her Husband the Messenger too.--How, I send one in my room! [He reads. L. _Fan._ Yes, Sir, you think we do not know of the Appointment you made last Night; but having other Affairs in hand than to keep your Promise, you sent Mr. _Knowell_ in your room,--false Man. _Wit._ I send him, Madam! I wou’d have sooner died. Sir _Pat._ Sir, as I take it, he cou’d not have known of your Designs and Rendezvous without your Informations.--Were not you to have met my Daughter here to night, Sir? _Wit._ Yes, Sir, and I hope ‘tis no such great Crime, to desire a little Conversation with the fair Person one loves, and is so soon to marry, which I was hinder’d from doing by the greatest and most unlucky Misfortune that ever arriv’d: but for my sending him, Madam, credit me, nothing so much amazes me and afflicts me, as to know he was here. Sir _Pat._ He speaks well, ingenuously, he does.--Well, Sir, for your Father’s sake, whose Memory I reverence, I will for once forgive you. But let’s have no more Night-works, no more Gambols, I beseech you, good Mr. _Fainlove_. _Wit._ I humbly thank ye, Sir, and do beseech you to tell the dear Creature that writ this, that I love her more than Life or Fortune, and that I wou’d sooner have kill’d the Man that usurp’d my place last Night, than have assisted him. L. _Fan._ Were you not false, then?--Now hang me if I do not credit him. [Aside. Sir _Pat._ Alas, good Lady! how she’s concern’d for my Interest, she’s even jealous for my Daughter. [Aside. _Wit._ False! charge me not with unprofitable Sins; wou’d I refuse a Blessing, or blaspheme a Power that might undo me? wou’d I die in my full vigorous Health, or live in constant Pain? All this I cou’d, sooner than be untrue. Sir _Pat._ Ingenuously, my Lady _Fancy_, he speaks discreetly, and to purpose. L. _Fan._ Indeed, my Dear, he does, and like an honest Gentleman: and I shou’d think my self very unreasonable not to believe him.--And, Sir, I’ll undertake your Peace shall be made with your Mistress. Sir _Pat._ Well, I am the most fortunate Man in a Wife, that ever had the blessing of a good one.