Haz. I never do, Madam.
Ran. Oh, fie upon’t, you must learn then, we all smoke here, ’tis a part of good Breeding.—Well, well, what Cargo, what Goods have ye? any Points, Lace, rich Stuffs, Jewels; if you have, I’ll be your Chafferer, I live hard by, any body will direct you to the Widow Ranter’s.
Haz. I have already heard of you, Madam.
Ran. What, you are like all the young Fellows, the first thing they do when they come to a strange Place, is to enquire what Fortunes there are.
Haz. Madam, I had no such Ambition.
Ran. Gad, then you’re a Fool, Sir; but come, my service to you; we rich Widows are the best Commodity this Country affords, I’ll tell you that.
This while [Sure. reads] the Letter.
Sure. Sir, my Husband has recommended you here in a most particular manner, by which I do not only find the esteem he has for you, but the desire he has of gaining you mine, which on a double score I render you, first for his sake, next for those Merits that appear in your self.
Haz. Madam, the endeavours of my Life shall be to express my Gratitude for this great Bounty.
Enter Maid.