Sir Geo. (Taking hold of Miranda.) With all my Heart, this Moment let's Retire. (Sir Francis coming up hastily.)
Sir Fran. The Hour is expir'd, Sir, and you must take your leave. There, my Girl, there's the Hundred Pound which thou hast won, go, I'll be with you presently, Ha, ha, ha, ha.
(Exit Miranda.
Sir Geo. Ads Heart, Madam, you won't leave me just in the Nick, will you?
Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha, she has nick'd you, Sir George, I think, Ha, ha, ha: Have you any more Hundred Pounds to throw away upon Courtship, Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Geo. He, he, he, he, a Curse of your fleering Jests— Yet, however ill I succeeded, I'll venture the same Wager, she does not value thee a spoonful of Snuff— Nay more, though you enjoyn'd her Silence to me, you'll never make her speak to the Purpose with your self.
Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha, did not I tell thee thou would'st repent thy Money? Did not I say she hated young Fellow's, Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Geo. And I'm positive she's not in Love with Age.
Sir Fran. Ha, ha, no matter for that, Ha, ha, she's not taken with your Youth, nor your Rhetorick to boot, ha, ha.
Sir Geo. Whate'er her Reasons are for disliking a me, I am certain she can be taken with nothing about thee.