F. Gam. What, you want to hang upon me like a couple of leeches, ay, to strip my branches, and leave me a wither'd hawthorn! See who's yon.
[Exit Sim.
Jane, Ephraim Smooth has hired you for Lady Amaranth.
Jane. O lack! then I shall live in the great house.
F. Gam. She has sent us all presents of good books, [Gives her one.] to read a chapter in. That, when one's in a passion, gives a mon patience.
Jane. Thank her good ladyship.
F. Gam. My being incumbred with you both is the cause why old Banks won't give me his sister.
Jane. That's a pity. If we must have a step-mother, Madam Amelia would make us a very good one. But I wonder how she can refuse you, feyther, for I'm sure she must think you a very portly man in your scarlet vest and new scratch. You can't think how parsonable you'd look, if you'd only shave twice a week, and put sixpence in the poor-box. [Retires reading.]
F. Gam. However, if Banks still refuses, I have him in my power. I'll turn them both out of their cottage yonder, and the bailiff shall provide them with a lodging.
Enter Banks.