Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha; how he swells with Envy!— Poor Man, poor Man— Ha, ha; I must beg your Pardon, Sir George, Miranda will be Impatient to have her share of Mirth: Verily we shall Laugh at thee most Egregiously; Ha, ha, ha.
Sir Geo. With all my Heart, faith—I shall Laugh in my Turn too— For if you dare marry her old Belzebub, you would be Cuckolded most Egregiously; Remember that, and Tremble—
She that to Age her Beauteous Self resigns,
Shows witty Management for close Designs.
Then if thou'rt grac'd with fair Miranda's Bed,
Actæon's Horns she Means, shall Crown thy Head.
(Exit.
Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha; he is mad.
These fluttering Fops imagine they can Wind,
Turn, and Decoy to Love, all Women-kind:
But here's a Proof of Wisdom in my Charge,
Old Men are Constant, Young Men live at Large.
The Frugal Hand can Bills at Sight defray,
When he that Lavish is, has Nought to pay.
(Exit.
SCENE Changes to Sir Jealous Traffick's House.
Enter Sir Jealous, Isabinda; Patch following.