Young Fash. How's that?
Miss. Why tell her she's a wholesome, comely Woman——and give her Half a Crown.
Young Fash. Nay, if that will do, she shall have half a score of 'em.
Miss. O Gemini, for half that she'd marry you herself: I'll run and call her.
[Exit Miss.
Young Fashion solus.
So, Matters go swimmingly; this is a rare Girl, i'faith; I shall have a fine time of it with her at London. I'm much mistaken if she don't prove a March Hare all the Year round. What a scampering Chace will she make on't, when me finds the whole Kennel of Beaux at her Tail! Hey to the Park and the Play, and the Church, and the Devil; she'll shew them sport, I'll warrant 'em. But no matter, she brings an Estate will afford me a separate Maintenance.
Enter Miss and Nurse.
Young Fash. How do you do, good Mistress Nurse? I desir'd your young Lady would give me leave to see you, that I might thank you for your extraordinary Care and Conduct in her Education; pray accept of this small Acknowledgement for it at present, and depend upon my farther Kindness, when I shall be that happy thing her Husband.