Enter Sir George.
Sir Fran. Well, Sir George, Dee ye hold in the same Mind? or wou'd you Capitulate? Ha, ha, ha: Look, here are the Guinea's, (Chinks them.) Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Geo. Not if they were twice the Sum, Sir Francis: Therefore be brief, call in the Lady, and take your Post—if she's a Woman, and, not seduc'd by Witchcraft to this old Rogue, I'll make his Heart ake; for if she has but one Grain of Inclination about her, I'll vary a Thousand Shapes, but find it.
(Aside.
Enter Mirand.
Sir Fran. Agreed—Miranda. There Sir George, try your Fortune, (Takes out his Watch.)
Sir Geo.
So from the Eastern Chambers breaks the Sun,
Dispels the Clouds, and gilds the Vales below.
(Salutes her.
Sir Fran. Hold, Sir, Kissing was not in our Agreement.