Sir Geo. Lawfully begotten by me— I shall be extremely oblig'd to you, Sir Francis.
Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha, ha, poor Sir George! You see your Project was of no use. Does not your Hundred Pound stick in your Stomach? Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Geo. No faith, Sir Francis, this Lady has given me a Cordial for that.
(Takes her by the Hand.
Sir Fran. Hold, Sir, you have nothing to say to this Lady.
Sir Geo. Nor you nothing to do with my Wife, Sir.
Sir Fran. Wife, Sir!
Miran. Ay really, Guardian, 'tis even so. I hope you'll forgive my first Offence.
Sir Fran. What have you chous'd me out of my Consent, and your Writings then, Mistress, ha?
Miran. Out of nothing but my own, Guardian.