Clinch. sen. Because people will imagine you have a spite at me.-But have you seen your cousin Angelica yet, and her mother, the Lady Darling? Clinch. jun. No; my dancing-master has not been with me yet. How shall I salute them, brother? Clinch. sen. Pshaw! that's easy; 'tis only two scrapes, a kiss, and your humble servant. I'll tell you more when I come from the Jubilee. Come along. [Exeunt.

SCENE II.

LADY DARLING's House.

Enter SIR H. WILDAIR with a Letter.

Sir H. Like light and heat, incorporate we lay; We bless'd the night, and curs'd the coming day. Well, if this paper kite flies sure, I'm secure of my game-Humph!-the prettiest bourdel I have seen; a very stately genteel one

FOOTMEN cross the Stage.

Heyday! equipage too!--'Sdeath, I'm afraid I've mistaken the house!

Enter LADY DARLING.

No, this must be the bawd, by her dignity.
Lady D. Your business, pray, sir?

Sir H. Pleasure, madam.

Lady D. Then, sir, you have no business here. Sir H. This letter, madam, will inform you farther. Mr. Vizard sent it, with his humble service. to your ladyship.

Lady D. How does my cousin, sir?

Sir H. Ay, her cousin, too! that's right pro

curess again.

[Aside.
Lady D. [Reads.] Madam- -Earnest inclination
-Sir Harry-
-Madam-court my cou-

to serve

sin- Gentleman fortune

Your ladyship's most humble servant, Vizard. Sir, your fortune and quality are sufficient to recommend you any where; but what goes farther with me is the recommendation of so sober and pious a young gentleman as my cousin Vizard.

Sir H. A right sanctified bawd o' my word!

[Aside. Lady D. Sir Harry, your conversation with Mr. Vizard argues you a gentleman, free from the loose and vicious carriage of the town. I shall therefore call my daughter.

[Exit. Sir H. Now go thy way for an illustrious bawd of Babylon: she dresses up a sin so religiously, that the devil would hardly know it of his making.

Enter LADY DARLING with ANGELICA.

Lady D. Pray, daughter, use him civilly; such matches don't offer every day. [Exit LADY DARL. Sir H. Oh, all ye powers of love! an angel!— 'Sdeath, what money have I got in my pocket? I can't offer her less than twenty guineas and, by Jupiter, she's worth a hundred.

Ang. "Tis he! the very same! and his person as agreeable as his character of good humour.- -Pray Heaven his silence proceed from respect!

Sir H. How innocent she looks! How would that modesty adorn virtue, when it makes even vicé look so charming!--By Heaven, there's such a commanding innocence in her looks, that I dare not ask the question!

Ang. Now, all the charms of real love and feigned indifference assist me to engage his heart; for mine is lost already.