Enter Young Fashion.
Young Fash. Your Servant, Madam, I'm glad to find you alone; for I have something of Importance to speak to you about.
Miss. Sir, (my Lord, I meant) you may speak to me about what you please, I shall give you a civil Answer.
Young Fash. You give me so obliging a one, it encourages me to tell you in few Words, what I think both for your Interest and mine. Your Father, I suppose you know, has resolv'd to make me happy in being your Husband, and I hope I may depend upon your Consent, to perform what he desires.
Miss. Sir, I never disobey my Father in any thing but eating of green Gooseberries.
Young Fash. So good a Daughter must needs be an admirable Wife; I am therefore impatient till you are mine, and hope you will so far consider the Violence of my Love, that you won't have the Cruelty to defer my Happiness so long as your Father designs it.
Miss. Pray, my Lord, how long is it?
Young Fash. Madam, a thousand Year——a whole Week.
Miss. A Week!—--why, I shall be an old Woman by that time.