Enter Worthy.
Wor. I am sorry to hear, Mr. Balance, that your daughter is lost.
Bal. So am not I, sir, since an honest gentleman has found her.
Enter Melinda.
Mel. Pray, Mr. Balance, what's become of my cousin Sylvia?
Bal. Your cousin Sylvia is talking yonder with your cousin Plume.
Mel. and Wor. How!
Syl. Do you think it strange, cousin, that a woman should change; but I hope you'll excuse a change that has proceeded from constancy: I altered my outside, because I was the same within, and only laid by the woman, to make sure of my man: that's my history.
Mel. Your history is a little romantic, cousin; but since success has crowned your adventures, you will have the world on your side, and I shall be willing to go with the tide, provided you'll pardon an injury I offered you in the letter to your father.
Plume. That injury, madam, was done to me, and the reparation I expect, shall be made to my friend: make Mr. Worthy happy, and I shall be satisfied.