Exit Scentwell.
Sir Geo. And do I once more behold that lovely Object, whose Idea fills my Mind, and forms my pleasing Dreams!
Miran. What beginning again in Heroicks!— Sir George, don't you remember how little Fruit your last Prodigal Oration produced, not one bare single Word in answer.
Sir Geo. Ha! the Voice of my Incognita— Why did you take Ten Thousand ways to captivate a Heart your Eyes alone had vanquish'd?
Miran. Prithee, no more of these Flights; for our Time's but short, and we must fall into Business: Do you think we can agree on that same terrible Bugbear, Matrimony, without heartily Repenting on both sides.
Sir Geo. It has been my wish since first my longing Eyes beheld ye.
Miran. And your happy Ears drank in the pleasing News, I had Thirty Thousand Pound.
Sir Geo. Unkind! Did I not offer you in those purchas'd Minutes to run the Risque of your Fortune, so you wou'd but secure that lovely Person to my Arms.
Miran. Well, if you have such Love and Tenderness, (since our Woing has been short) pray reserve it for our future Days, to let the World see we are Lovers after Wedlock; 'twill be a Novelty—
Sir Geo. Haste then, and let us tye the Knot, and prove the envy'd Pair—