Sir Tim. That’s nothing, he had not ours.
Dia. Then shou’d I marry you by stealth, the Danger wou’d be the same.
Sir Tim. No, no, Madam, we never accuse one another; ‘tis the poor Rogues, the Tory Rascals we always hang. Let ‘em accuse me if they please; alas, I come off hand-smooth with Ignoramus.
Enter Jervice.
Jer. Sir, there’s such a calling for your Worship! They are all very merry, the Glasses go briskly about.
Sir Tim. Go, go, I’ll come when all the Healths are past; I love no
Healths.
Jer. They are all over, Sir, and the Ladies are for dancing; so they are all adjourning from the Dining-room hither, as more commodious for that Exercise. I think they’re coming, Sir.
Sir Tim. Hah, coming! Call Sensure to wait on the Lady to her
Apartment.—
[Enter Sensure.]
And, Madam, I do most heartily recommend my most humble Address to your most judicious Consideration, hoping you will most vigorously, and with all your might, maintain the Rights and Privileges of the Honourable City; and not suffer the Force or Persuasion of any Arbitrary Lover whatsoever, to subvert their antient and Fundamental Laws, by seducing and forcibly bearing away so rich and so illustrious a Lady: and, Madam, we will unanimously stand by you with our Lives and Fortunes.—This I learnt from a Speech at the Election of a Burgess. [Aside.