[Look ye], Madam, I’ll propose a fair Swap; if you’ll consent that I shall marry Teresia, I’ll consent that you shall marry George.
L. Youth. How, my Grand-daughter? Why, I design’d her for your eldest Son, Sir Merlin; and she has a good Fortune of five hundred a year that I cannot hinder her of; and is too young for you.
Sir Row. So is George for your Ladyship; and as for his Fortune, ’tis more than likely I shall make him my eldest Son.
L. Youth. Say you so, Sir, well, I’ll consider, and take Advice of my Friends.
Sir Row. Consider! alas, Madam, my House will be besieged by all the Widows in Town; I shall get more by shewing him, than the Rhinoceros. Gad, I’ll sell the young Rogue [by Inch of Candle], before he’s debauch’d and spoil’d in this leud Town.
L. Youth. Well, suppose—
Sir Row. Nothing under Teresia—Gad, I think some old Dog-Star reigns to Day, that so many old [Hearts] are burning in their Sockets—I’m in love with this young Tittymouse here, most damnably—Well, what say you, Widow? Speak now, or you know the Proverb.
L. Youth. Well, Sir Rowland, you are too hard for me.
Ex. all but Teresia.
Enter Olivia, runs to her and embraces her.