Ter. ’Tis as you said, Olivia, I am destin’d to your Father.
Oliv. What, the Sentence is past then?
Ter. Ay, but the Devil is in us, if we stay till Execution Day: Why, this is worse than being mew’d up at Hackney-School—my Fortune’s my own, without my Grandmother, and with that Stock I’ll set up for my self, and see what Traffick this wide World affords a young beginner.
Oliv. That’s well resolv’d; I am of the same mind, rather than marry Mr. Welborn, whom I never saw.—But prithee let’s see what we have in Stock, besides ready Money—What Toys and Knick-nacks to invite.
Ter. Faith, my Inventory is but small—Let me see—First, one pretty well made Machine, call’d a Body, of a very good Motion, fit for several uses—one pretty conceited Head-Piece, that will fit any body’s Coxcomb,—when ’tis grave and dull, ’twill fit an Alderman; when politick and busy, a Statesman; turn it to Intrigue, [’twill] fit a City Wife; and to Invention, it will set up an Evidence.
Oliv. Very well!
Ter. Item, One Tongue, that will prattle Love, if you put the Heart in time (for they are Commodities I resolve shall go together) I have Youth enough to please a Lover, and Wit enough to please my self.
Oliv. Most excellent Trifles all! As for my out-side, I leave to the Discretion of the Chafferer; but I have a rare Device, call’d an Invention, that can do many Feats; a Courage that wou’d stock a Coward; and a pretty Implement, call’d a Heart, that will strike fire with any convenient force: I have eight thousand Pounds to let out on any able Security, but not a Groat unless I like the Man.
Ter. Thus furnish’d, we shall ruin all the Jews, and undo the [India] Houses—But where shall we show? where meet with the Love-Merchants?
Oliv. What think you of the Gallery at the Play in Masks?