MRS. COUPLER.
Now, you must know, stripling, your brother’s a knave.
TOM FASHION.
Good.
MRS. COUPLER.
He has given me a bond of a thousand pounds for helping him to this fortune, and has promised me as much more, in ready money, upon the day of the marriage; which, I understand by a friend, he never designs to pay me; and his just now refusing to pay me a part is a proof of it. If, therefore, you will be a generous young rogue, and secure me five thousand pounds, I’ll help you to the lady.
TOM FASHION.
And how the devil wilt thou do that?
MRS. COUPLER.
Without the devil’s aid, I warrant thee. Thy brother’s face not one of the family ever saw; the whole business has been managed by me, and all his letters go through my hands. Sir Tunbelly Clumsy, my relation—for that’s the old gentleman’s name—is apprised of his lordship’s being down here, and expects him tomorrow to receive his daughter’s hand; but the peer, I find, means to bait here a few days longer, to recover the fatigue of his journey, I suppose. Now you shall go to Muddymoat Hall in his place. I’ll give you a letter of introduction: and if you don’t marry the girl before sunset, you deserve to be hanged before morning.
TOM FASHION.
Agreed! agreed! and for thy reward—
MRS. COUPLER.
Well, well;—though I warrant thou hast not a farthing of money in thy pocket now—no—one may see it in thy face.
TOM FASHION.
Not a sous, by Jupiter!
MRS. COUPLER.
Must I advance, then? Well, be at my lodgings, next door, this evening, and I’ll see what may be done—we’ll sign and seal, and when I have given thee some further instructions, thou shalt hoist sail and be gone. [Exit.]
TOM FASHION.
So, Lory, Fortune, thou seest, at last takes care of merit! We are in a fair way to be great people.