Mirand. (Peeping.) Now, in the Name of Wonder, what Bargain can he be driving about me for fifty Guineas?
Patch. I wish it ben't for the first Night's Lodging, Madam.
Sir Geo. Well, Sir Francis, since you are so conscientious for my Father's sake, then permit me the Favour, Gratis.
Miran. (Peeping.) The Favour! Oh my Life! I believe 'tis as you said, Patch.
Sir Fran. No verily, if thou dost not buy thy Experience, thou wou'd never be wise; therefore give me a Hundred and try Fortune.
Sir Geo. The Scruples arose, I find, from the scanty Sum— Let me see—a Hundred Guineas— (Takes 'em out of a Purse and chinks 'em.) Ha! they have a very pretty Sound, and a very pleasing Look— But then, Miranda— But if she should be cruel—
Miran. (Peeping.) As Ten to One I shall—
Sir Fran. Ay, do consider on't, He, he, he, he.
Sir Geo. No, I'll do't.
Patch. Do't, what, whether you will or no, Madam?