Myr. Would I had never play'd for it!
Count Bas. Psha! Hang these melancholy thoughts; we may be friends still.
Myr. Dull ones.
Count Bas. Useful ones perhaps——suppose I should help thee to a good husband?
Myr. I suppose you think any one good enough that will take me off your hands.
Count Bas. What do you think of the young country 'Squire, the heir of the family, that's coming to lodge here?
Myr. How should I know what to think of him?
Count Bas. Nay, I only give you the hint, child; it may be worth your while, at least, to look about you—Hark! what bustle's that without.
Enter Mrs. Motherly in haste.
Moth. Sir! Sir! the gentleman's coach is at the door! they are all come!