Nurse. [Aside.] Gold by mackins! Your Honour's Goodness is too great: alas! all I can boast of is, I gave her poor good Milk, and so your Honour wou'd have said, an you had seen how the poor thing suck't it——Eh, God's blessing on the sweet Face on't! how it us'd to hang at this poor Teat, and suck and squeeze, and kick and sprawl it wou'd, till the Belly on't was so full, it wou'd drop off like a Leech.
[Miss to Nurse, taking her angrily aside.
Pray one word with you; pr'ythee, Nurse, don't stand ripping up old Stories, to make one asham'd before one's Love: do you think such a fine proper Gentleman as he is, cares for a fiddlecome Tale of a draggle-tail'd Girl;, if you have a mind to make him have a good Opinion of a Woman, don't tell him what one did then, tell him what one can do now. [To Young Fash.] I hope your Honour will excuse my Mismanners to whisper before you, it was only to give some orders about the Family.
Young Fash. O every thing, Madam, is to give way to Business; besides, good Housewifery is a very commendable Quality in a young Lady.
Miss. Pray, Sir, are the young Ladies good Housewives at London Town? Do they darn their own Linen?
Young Fash. O no, they study how to spend Money, not to save it.
Miss. I'cod, I don't know but that may be better Sport than t'other, ha, Nurse!
Young Fash. Well, you shall have your Choice when you come there.
Miss. Shall I——then by my troth I'll get there as fast as I can.