Ter. Nay, truth is, ’tis a thousand pities to spoil a handsom man, to make a dull Husband of: I have known an old batter’d Bully of Seventy, unmarry’d, more agreeable for a Gallant, than any scurvy, out-of-humour’d Husband at Eight and Twenty.
Geo. Gad, a thousand times.
Ter. Know, I have Five Hundred Pounds a Year.
Geo. Good.
Ter. And the Devil and all of [Expectations] from an old Woman.
Geo. Very good.
Ter. And this Youth, and little Beauty to lay out in love. Pulls off her Mask.
Geo. Teresia! the lovely Maid design’d for my Mother! now, what a Dog am I? that gives me the greater Gust to her, and wou’d fain cuckold my Father. Talks to her aside. Mirtilla seems to faint.
Man. My Lady faints—help, help.
Mir. Only the Heat oppresses me—but let it not disturb the Company, I’ll take the Air a little, and return. Goes out with Manage.