Sir Geo. I know I must before I arrive at Paradise; therefore be quick my charming Guide.
Scentw. For ought you know; come, come your Hand and away.
Sir Geo. Here, here Child, you can't be half so swift as my Desires.
(Exeunt.
SCENE the House.
Enter Miranda.
Miran. Well, let me reason a little with my mad self. Now don't I transgress all Rules to venture upon a Man, without the Advice of the Grave and Wise; but then a rigid knavish Guardian who wou'd have marry'd me. To whom? Even to his nauseous self, or no Body: Sir George is what I have try'd in Conversation, inquir'd into his Character, am satisfied in both. Then his Love; who wou'd have given a hundred Pound only to have seen a Woman he had not infinitely loved? So I find my liking him has furnish'd me with Arguments enough of his side; and now the only Doubt remains whether he will come or no.
Enter Scentwell.
Scentw. That's resolv'd, Madam, for here's the Knight.