Aman. You have many stronger Claims than that, Berinthia, whenever you think fit to plead your Title.
Lov. You have done well to engage a Second, my Dear; for here comes one will be apt to call you to an Account for your Country Principles.
Enter Lord Foppington.
Lord Fop. [To Lov.] Sir, I am your most humble Servant.
Lav. I wish you Joy, my Lord.
Lord Fop. O Laird, Sir——Madam, your Ladyship's welcome to Tawn.
Aman. I wish your Lordship Joy.
Lord Fop. O Heavens, Madam——
Lov. My Lord, this young Lady is a Relation of my Wife's.
Lord Fop. [Saluting her.] The beautifullest Race of People upon Earth, Rat me. Dear Loveless, I am overjoy'd to see you have brought your Family to Tawn again: I am, stap my Vitals—[Aside.] For I design to lie with your Wife. [To Aman.] Far Gad's sake, Madam, haw has your Ladyship been able to subsist thus long, under the Fatigue of a Country Life?