Geo. I question it not, Sir, and am proud of the Honour of kissing your Hands.
Ter. Yonder’s a handsom Gentleman.
Oliv. My Brother George, as I live, ’tis as I cou’d wish. Aside.
Enter Welborn.
Wel. Lejere!
Geo. Welborn! Welcome from Paris, I heard of your arrival from Prince Frederick.
Wel. Yes, I am come to my Destruction, Friend.
Geo. Ay, thou’rt to be marry’d, I hear, to a Welch Fortune.
Wel. Though Matrimony be a sufficient Curse, yet that’s not the worst—I am fall’n most damnably in love, since I arriv’d, with a young Creature I saw in the Mall t’other Night; of Quality she was, I dare swear, by all that was about her; but such a Shape! a Face! a Wit! a Mind, as in a moment quite subdu’d my Heart: she had another Lady with her, whom (dogging her Coach) I found to be a Neighbour of mine, and Grand-Daughter to the Lady Youthly; but who my Conqueror was I never since could learn.
Oliv. ’Slife, Teresia, yonder’s the handsom Fellow that entertain’d us with so much Wit, on Thursday last in the Mall.