TOM FASHION.
Dear nurse, this goodness of yours shall be still more rewarded. But now you must employ your power with the chaplain, that he may do this friendly office too, and then we shall be all happy. Do you think you can prevail with him?
NURSE.
Prevail with him! or he shall never prevail with me, I can tell him that.
TOM FASHION.
I’m glad to hear it; however, to strengthen your interest with him, you may let him know I have several fat livings in my gift, and that the first that falls shall be in your disposal.
NURSE.
Nay, then, I’ll make him marry more folks than one, I’ll promise him!
MISS HOYDEN.
Faith, do, nurse, make him marry you too; I’m sure he’ll do’t for a fat living.
TOM FASHION.
Well, nurse, while you go and settle matters with him, your lady and I will go and take a walk in the garden.—[Exit NURSE.] Come, madam, dare you venture yourself alone with me? [Takes MISS HOYDEN by the hand.] Miss Hoyd. Oh dear, yes, sir; I don’t think you’ll do anythink to me, I need be afraid on. [Exeunt.]
SCENE II.—AMANDA’s Dressing-room.
Enter AMANDA followed by her MAID.
Maid. If you please, madam, only to say whether you’ll have me buy them or not?
AMANDA.
Yes—no—Go, teaser; I care not what you do. Pr’ythee, leave me. [Exit MAID.]