MISS. Pish, he shall be none of my husband. [Aside to Frail.]
MRS. FRAIL. Hush. Well he shan’t; leave that to me. I’ll beckon Mr. Tattle to us.
ANG. Won’t you stay and see your brother?
VAL. We are the twin stars, and cannot shine in one sphere; when he rises I must set. Besides, if I should stay, I don’t know but my father in good nature may press me to the immediate signing the deed of conveyance of my estate; and I’ll defer it as long as I can. Well, you’ll come to a resolution.
ANG. I can’t. Resolution must come to me, or I shall never have one.
SCAN. Come, Valentine, I’ll go with you; I’ve something in my head to communicate to you.
SCENE V.
Angelica, Sir Sampson, Tattle, Mrs. Frail, Miss Prue.
SIR SAMP. What, is my son Valentine gone? What, is he sneaked off, and would not see his brother? There’s an unnatural whelp! There’s an ill-natured dog! What, were you here too, madam, and could not keep him? Could neither love, nor duty, nor natural affection oblige him? Odsbud, madam, have no more to say to him, he is not worth your consideration. The rogue has not a drachm of generous love about him—all interest, all interest; he’s an undone scoundrel, and courts your estate: body o’ me, he does not care a doit for your person.
ANG. I’m pretty even with him, Sir Sampson; for if ever I could have liked anything in him, it should have been his estate too; but since that’s gone, the bait’s off, and the naked hook appears.