L. Fan. Indeed I have given you cause, Sir Patient, for I have been entertaining a Lover, and one you must admit of too.
Sir Pat. Say you so, my Lady Fancy?—Well, Sir, I am a Man of Reason, and if you shew me good causes why, can bid you welcome, for I do nothing without Reason and Precaution.
Wit. Sir, I have—
Sir Pat. I know what you wou’d say, Sir; few Words denoteth a Wise Head,—you wou’d say that you have an Ambition to be my Son-in-Law.
Wit. You guess most right, Sir.
Sir Pat. Nay, Sir, I’ll warrant I’ll read a Man as well as the best, I have studied it.
Wit. Now, Invention, help me or never.
Sir Pat. Your Name, I pray? Putting off his Hat gravely at every Word.
Wit. Fainlove, Sir.
Sir Pat. Good Mr. Fainlove, your Country?