Miss. O Lord, Nurse, I'm so overjoy'd, I can scarce contain myself.
Nurse. O, but you must have a care of being too fond; for Men now a-days hate a Woman that loves 'em.
Miss. Love him! Why do you think I love him, Nurse? I'cod, I would not care if he were hang'd, so I were but once married to him——No——that which pleases me, is to think what Work I'll make when I get to London; for when I am a Wife and a Lady both, Nurse, I'cod, I'll flant it with the best of 'em.
Nurse. Look, look, if his Honour be not a coming to you; now if I were sure you wou'd behave yourself handsomely, and not disgrace me that have brought you up, I'd leave you alone together.
Miss. That's my best Nurse, do as you wou'd be done by; trust us together this once; and if I don't shew my Breeding from the Head to the Foot of me, may I be twice married, and die a Maid!
Nurse. Well, this once I'll venture you; but if you disparage me——
Miss. Never fear, I'll shew him my Parts, I'll warrant him.
[Exit Nurse.
Sola.
These old Women are so wise when they get a poor Girl into their Clutches; but ere it be long, I shall know what's what, as well as the best of 'em.