get to London; for when I am a wife and a lady both, 'ecod I'll flaunt it with the best of 'em. Ay, and I shall have money enough to do so too, Nurse.

Nurse. Ah, there's no knowing that, miss; for though these lords have a power of wealth indeedyet, as I have heard say, they give it all to their sluts and their trulls, who joggle it about in their coaches, with a murrain to 'em, whilst poor madam sits sighing and wishing, and has not a spare half-crown to buy her a 'Practice of Piety.'

Miss H. Oh, but for that, don't deceive yourself, Nurse; for this I must say of my lord, he's as free as an open house at Christmas; for this very morning he told me I should have six hundred a year to buy pins. Now if he gives me six hundred a year to buy pins, what do you think he'll give me to buy petticoats?

Nurse. Ah, my dearest, he deceives thee foully, and he's no better than a rogue for his pains. These Londoners have got a gibberish with 'em would confound a gipsy. That which they call pin-money, is to buy every thing in the versal world, down to their very shoe-knots. Nay, I have heard some folks say that some ladies, if they'll have gallants as they call 'em, are forced to find them out of their pin-money too But look, look, if his honour be not coming to you! Now, if I were sure you would behave yourself handsomely, and not disgrace me that Lave brought you up, I'd leave you alone together.

Miss H. That's my best nurse, do as you'd be done by. Trust us together this once, and if I don't shew my breeding, I wish I may never be maricd, but die an old maid.

Nurse. Well, this once I'll venture you. But if you disparage me

Miss H. Never fear.

Enter YOUNG FASHION.

[Exit NURSE.

Young F. Your servant, madam, I'm glad to find you alone, for I have something of importance to speak to you about.

Miss. H. Sir (my lord, I meant), you may speak to me about what you please, I shall give you a civil

answer.

Young F. You give so obliging a one, it encourages me to tell you in a few words what I think, both for your interest and mine. Your father, I suppose you know, has resolved to make me happy in being your husband; and I hope I may obtain your consent to perform what he desires.

Miss. H. Sir, I never disobey my father in any thing but eating green gooseberries.

Young F. So good a daughter must needs be an admirable wife. I am therefore impatient till you are mine, and hope you will so far consider the violence of my love, that you won't have the cruelty to defer my happiness so long as your father designs it.

Miss H. Pray, my lord, how long is that?

Young F. Madam,a thousand years—a whole week. Miss H. Why I thought it was to be to-morrow morning, as soon as I was up. I'm sure Nurse told

me so.

Young F. And it shall be to-morrow morning, if you'll consent.

Miss H. If I'll consent? Why I thought I was to obey you as my husband?

Young F. That's when we are married. Till then, I'm to obey you

Miss. H. Why then, if we are to take it by turns, it's the same thing. I'll obey you now, and when we are married you shall obey me.

Young F. With all my heart. But I doubt we must get Nurse on our side, or we shall hardly prevail with the chaplain.

Miss H. No more we shan't, indeed; for he loves her better than he loves his pulpit, and would always be a preaching to her by his good will.

Young F. Why then, my dear, if you'll call her hither, we'll persuade her presently,

Miss H. O lud, I'll tell you a way how to persuade her to any thing.

Young F. How's that?

Miss. H. Why tell her she's a handsome, comely woman, and give her half-a-crown.

Young F. Nay, if that will do, she shall have half a score of them

Miss. H. O gemini! for half that she'd marry you herself. I'll run and call her. [Exit. Young F. Soh! matters go on swimmingly. This is a rare girl, i'faith. I shall have a fine time on't with her at London.

Enter LORY.

So, Lory, what's the matter?

Lory. Here, sir-an intercepted packet from the enemy; your brother's postillion brought it. I knew the livery, pretended to be a servant of Sir Tunbelly's and so got possession of the letter.

Young F. [Looks at the Letter.] Ouns! he tels Sir Tunbelly here that he will be with him this evening, with a large party to supper. 'Egad, I must marry the girl directly.

Lory. Oh, zounds, sir, directly to be sure. Here she [Exit.

comes.

Young F. And the old Jezebel with her.

Re-enter MISS HOYDEN and NURSE.

How do you do, good Mrs. Nurse? I desired your young lady would give me leave to see you, that I might thank you for your extraordinary care and kind conduct in her education: pray accept of this small acknowledgment for it at present, and depend upon my further kindness when I shall be that happy thing, her husband. [Gives her Money.

Nurse. Gold, by the maakins! [Aside.] Your honour's goodness is to great. Alas! all I can boast of is, I gave her pure good milk, and so your honour would have said, an you had seen how the poor thing thrived-and how it would look up in my face-and crow and laugh, it would.

Miss II. [To NURSE, taking her angrily aside.] Pray

one word with you. Pr'ythee, Nurse, don't stand ripping up old stories, to make one ashamed before one's love. Do you think such a fine proper gentleman as he is, cares for a fiddle-come-tale of a child? If you have a mind to make him have a good opinion of a woman, don't tell him what one did then, tell him what one can do now. [Goes to FASH.] I hope your honour will excuse my mis-manners to whisper before you; it was only to give some orders about the family.

Young F. Oh, every thing, madam, is to give way to business; besides, good housewifery is a very commendable quality in a young lady.

Miss H. Pray, sir, are young ladies good housewives at London-town? Do they darn their own linen?

Young F. Oh, no, they study how to spend money,

not to save.

Miss H. 'Ecod, I don't know but that may be better sport, ha, Nurse?

Young F. Well, you shall have your choice when you come there.

Miss H. Shall I?-then, by my troth, I'll get there as fast as I can. His honour disires you'll be so kind as to let us be married to-morrow. [To Nurse Nurse. To-morrow, my dear Madam?

Young F. Ay, faith, Nurse, you may well be surprised at Miss's wanting to put it off so long. Tomorrow! no, no; 'tis now, this very hour, I would have the ceremony performed.

Miss H. 'Ecod, with all my heart.

Nurse. Oh, mercy! worse and worse!

Young F. Yes, sweet Nurse, now and privately; for all things being signed and sealed, why should Sir Tunbelly make us stay a week for a wedding-dinner?

Nurse. But if you should be married now, what will you do when Sir Tunbelly calls for you to be married?

Miss H. Why then we will be married again.
Nurse. What twice, my child?

Miss H. 'Ecod, I don't care how often I'm married, not I.

Nurse. Well, I'm such a tender-hearted fool, I find I can refuse you nothing. So, you shall e'en follow your own inventions.

Miss H. Shall I?-O Lord, I could leap over the

moon.

Young F. Dear Nurse, this goodness of yours shall be still more rewarded. But now you must employ you power with the chaplain, that he may do his friendly office too, and then we shall be all happy. Do yo think you can prevail with him?

Nurse. Prevail with him; or he shall never prevail with me, I can tell him that.

Young F. I'm glad to hear it; however, to strengthen your interest with him, you may let him know I have several fat livings in my gift, and that the first that falls shall be in your disposal.

Nurse. Nay, then I'll make him marry more folks than one, I'll promise him.

Miss H. Faith, do, Nurse, make him marry you too; I'm sure he'll do't for a fat living.

Young F. Well, Nurse, while you go and settle matters with him, your lady and I will go and take a walk in the garden. [Exit NURSE.] Come, madam; dare you venture yourself alone with me?

[Takes Miss HeYDEN by the hand. Miss H. Oh dear yes, sir; I don't think you'll do any thing to me I need be afraid on.

[Exeunt.

SCENE II-A Garden.-Moonlight.

Enter LovELESS.

Love. Now, does she mean to make a fool of me, r not? I shan't wait much longer, for my wife will soon be inquiring for me to set out on our supping-party. Suspense is at all times the devil-but of all modes of suspense, the watching for a loitering mistress is the worst. But let me accuse her no longer; she approaches with one smile, to o'erpay the anxieties of a year.