L. Kno. Time, Sir, may make him more abstemious.
Sir Pat. Oh, never, Madam! ’tis in’s Nature, he was born with it, he’s given over to Reprobation, ’tis bred i’th’ bone,—he’s lost.
Lean. This is the first good Office that ever he did me.
L. Kno. What think you, Sir, if in defiance of your Inurbanity, I take him with all these Faults my self?
Sir Pat. How, Madam!
L. Kno. Without more Ambages, Sir, I have consider’d your former Desires, and have consented to marry him, notwithstanding your Exprobrations.
Sir Pat. May I believe this, Madam? and has your Ladyship that Goodness?—and hast thou, my Boy, so much Wit? Why, this is something now.—Well, he was ever the best and sweetest-natur’d Youth.—Why, what a notable Wag’s this? and is it true, my Boy, hah?
Lean. Yes, Sir, I had told you so before, had you permitted me to speak.
Sir Pat. Well, Madam, he is only fit for your excellent Ladyship, he is the prettiest civillest Lad.—Well, go thy ways; I shall never see the like of thee; no—Ingenuously, the Boy’s made for ever; two thousand Pounds a Year, besides Money, Plate and Jewels; made for ever.—Well, Madam, the satisfaction I take in this Alliance, has made me resolve to give him immediately my Writings of all my Land in Berkshire, five hundred Pounds a year, Madam: and I wou’d have you married this Morning with my Daughter, so one Dinner and one Rejoicing will serve both.
L. Kno. That, Sir, we have already agreed upon.