Sir Row. Yes, you had a Mother, whom in my Youth I was compel’d to marry; and, Gad, I think, I got thee with as ill a Will; but George and my Olivia in heat of Love, when my desire was new. But harkye, Boy George, you have cost me a damn’d deal of Money, Sirrah; but you shall marry, and redeem all, George.
Geo. What you please, Sir; to study Virtue, Duty and Allegiance, shall be my future Business.
Sir Row. Well said, George, here’s a Boy now.
Sir Mer. Virtue and Allegiance! Lord, Lord, how came so sneaking a fellow to spend five thousand Pounds of his Master’s Cash?
Sir Row. She’s rich, George, but something homely.
Geo. She’ll not be proud then, Sir.
Sir Row. Not much of her Beauty—she’s of a good staid Age too, about some fourscore.
Geo. Better still, Sir, I shall not fear Cuckoldom.
Sir Row. For that I cannot answer; but she has two thousand a year. I mean to settle my Family, and then—marry my self, George.
L. Blun. What, to this old Lady’s Grand-daughter? Methinks she’s more fit for your Son, [Sir Rowland], and the old Lady for you.