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.
Wit. Madam, let me fall at your Feet, and thank you for this Bounty.—Make it your own case, and then consider what returns ought to be made to the most passionate and faithful of Lovers. Kneels.
Sir Pat. I profess a wonderful good natur’d Youth, this; rise, Sir, my Lady Fancy shall do you all the kind Offices she can, o’ my word, she shall.
L. Fan. I’m all Obedience, Sir, and doubtless shall obey you.
Sir Pat. You must, indeed you must; and, Sir, I’ll defer your Happiness no longer, this Day you shall be marry’d.
Wit. This Day, Sir!—why, the Writings are not made.
Sir Pat. No matter, Mr. Fainlove; her Portion shall be equivalent to the Jointure you shall make her, I take it, that’s sufficient.
Wit. A Jointure, quoth he! it must be in new Eutopian Land then.—And must I depart thus, without a kind Word, a Look, or a Billet, to signify what I am to expect. Looking on her slily.