Lov. You ought rather, Madam, to wish me Joy upon that, since I am the only Gainer.
Ber. If she has got so good a Husband as the World reports, she has gain'd enough to expect the Compliment of her Friends upon it.
Lov. If the World is so favourable to me, to allow I deserve that Title, I hope 'tis so just to my Wife, to own I derive it from her.
Ber. Sir, it is so just to you both, to own you are, and deserve to be, the happiest Pair that live in it.
Lov. I'm afraid we shall lose that Character, Madam, whenever you happen to change your Condition.
Enter Servant.
Ser. Sir, my Lord Foppington presents his humble Service to you, and desires to know how you do. He but just now heard you were in Town. He's at the next Door; and if it be not inconvenient, he'll come and wait upon you.
Lov. Lord Foppington!—I know him not.
Ber. Not his Dignity, perhaps, but you do his Person. 'Tis Sir Novelty; he has bought a Barony, in order to marry a great Fortune: His Patent has not been pass'd above eight-and-forty-Hours, and he has already sent How do-ye's to all the Town, to make 'em acquainted with his Title.
Lov. Give my Service to his Lordship, and let him know, I am proud of the Honour he intends me.