Young Fash. It's a Lye.
Coup.——I'cod, if I were a young Fellow, I'd break your Head, Sirrah.
Young Fash. Dear Dad, don't be angry, for I'm as mad as Tom of Bedlam.
Coup. When I had fitted you with a Wife, you shou'd have kept her.
Young Fash. But is it possible the young Strumpet cou'd play such a Trick?
Coup. A young Strumpet, Sir——can play twenty Tricks.
Young Fash. But pr'ythee instruct me a little farther; whence comes thy Intelligence!
Coup. From your Brother, in this Letter; there, you may read it.
[Young Fashion reads.