[Aside.
Coup. Well; I'll warrant thou hast not a Farthing of Money in thy Pocket now; no, one may see it in thy Face——
Young Fash. Not a Sous, by Jupiter.
Coup. Must I advance then?—Well, Sirrah, be at my Lodgings in half an Hour, and I'll see what may be done; we'll sign and seal, and eat a Pullet, and when I have given thee some farther Instructions, thou shalt hoist Sail and be gone——[Kissing.]——T'other Buss, and so adieu.
Young Fash. Um, 'psha.
Coup. Ah; you young warm Dog, you; what a delicious Night will the Bride have on't!
[Exit Coupler.
Young Fash. So, Lory; Providence, thou seest, at last takes care of Men of Merit: We are in a fair way to be great People.
Lo. Ay, Sir, if the Devil don't step between the Cup and the Lip, as he uses to do.
Young Fash. Why, faith, he has play'd me many a damn'd Trick to spoil my Fortune, and, I'gad, I'm almost afraid he's at work about it again now; but if I should tell thee how, thou'dst wonder at me.