Lord Fop. [Aside.] Madame la Governante, I presume, hitherto this appears to me to be one of the most extraordinary Families that ever Man of Quality match'd into.
Sir Tun. What's become of my Lord, Daughter?
Miss. He's just coming, Sir.
Lord Fop. [Aside.] My Lord——What does he mean by that now?
Enter Young Fashion and Lory.
Seeing him.] Stap my Vitals, Tam, now the Dream's out.
Young Fash. Is this the Fellow, Sir, that design'd to trick me of your Daughter?
Sir Tun. This is he, my Lord, how do you like him? Is not he a pretty Fellow to get a Fortune?
Young Fash. I find by his Dress, he thought your Daughter might be taken with a Beau.
Miss. O Gemini! Is this a Beau? let me see him again——ha! I find a Beau is no such ugly thing neither.