Miran. (Peeping.) So, 'tis well it's no worse, I'll fit you both—
Sir Geo. And this Agreement is to be perform'd to Day.
Sir Fran. Aye, aye, the sooner the better, poor Fool, how Miranda and I shall laugh at him— Well, Sir George, Ha, ha, ha, take the last sound of your Guineas, Ha, ha, ha.
(Chinks 'em.)(Exit.
Miran. (Peeping.) Sure he does not know I am Miranda.
Sir Geo. A very extraordinary Bargain I have made truly, if she should be really in Love with this old Cuff now— Psha, that's morally impossible—but then what hopes have I to succeed, I never spoke to her—
Miran. (Peeping.) Say you so? Then I am safe.
Sir Geo. What tho' my Tongue never spoke, my Eyes said a thousand Things, and my Hopes flatter'd me hers answer'd 'em. If I'm lucky—if not, 'tis but a hundred Guineas thrown away.
(Miranda and Patch come forwards.
Miran. Upon what Sir George?