Y. Fash. (Giving him a letter.) Sir, I hope you'll find this letter an authentic passport.

Sir Tun. God's my life, from Mrs Coupler!-I ask your lordship's pardon ten thousand times-(To his Servant)-Here, run in a doors quickly; get a Scotch coal fire in the great parlour-set all the Turkey-work chairs in their places; get the brass candlesticks out, and be sure stick the socket full of laurel, run(Turning to YOUNG FASHION.) My lord, I ask your lordship's pardon-(To Servant.) and, do you hear? run away to nurse, bid her let Miss Hoyden loose again. [Exit Servant.

(TO YOUNG FASHION.) I hope your honour will excuse the disorder of my family-we are not used to receive men of your lordship's great quality every day -Pray where are your coaches and servants, my lord?

Y. Fash. Sir, that I might give you and your daughter a proof how impatient I am to be nearer akin to you, I left my equipage to follow me, and came away post with only one servant.

Sir Tun. Your lordship does me too much honour- -It was exposing your person to too much fatigue and danger, I protest it was but my daughter shall endeavour to make you what amends she can-and, though I say it that should not say it, Hoyden has charms.

Y. Fash. Sir, I am not a stranger to them, though I am to her common fame has done her justice.

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Sir Tun. My lord, I am common fame's very grateful humble servant. My lord, my girl's young -Hoyden is young, my lord; but this I must say for her, what she wants in art she has by nature,-what she wants in experience she has in breeding-and what's wanting in her age is made good in her constitution-so pray, my lord, walk in, pray, my lord, walk in.

Y, Fash. Sir, I wait upon you.
[Exeunt through the gate.

Miss HOYDEN sola.

Miss Hoy. Sure, nobody was ever used as I am. I know well enough what other girls do, for all they think to make a fool of me. It's well I have a husband a coming, or I'cod I'd marry the baker, I would so.—Nobody can knock at the gate, but presently I must be lock'd up-and here's the young greyhound can run loose about the house all the day long, so she can.Tis very well (Nurse without opening the door.) Nurse. Miss Hoyden, Miss, Miss, Miss, Miss Hoy

den!

Enter Nurse.

Miss Hoy. Well, what do you make such a ncise for, ha ?what do you din a body's ears for ?—can't one be at quiet for you?

Nurse. What do I din your ears for !-here's one come will din your ears for you.

Miss Hoy. What care I who's come?—I care not a fig who comes, nor who goes, as long as I must be lock'd up like the ale-cellar.

Nurse. That, Miss, is for fear you should be drank before you are ripe.

Miss Hoy. O don't you trouble your head about that, I'm as ripe as you, though not so mellow.

Nurse. Very well-now I have a good mind to lock you up again, and not let you see my lord to-night. Miss Hoy. My lord! why is my husband come? Nurse. Yes, marry is he, and a goodly person too. Miss Hoy. (Hugging Nurse.) O, my dear nurse, forgive me this once, and I'll never misuse you again; no, if I do, you shall give me three thumps on the back and a great pinch by the cheek.

Nurse. Ah! the poor thing, see how it melts! it's as full of good-nature as an egg's full of meat.

Miss Hoy. But, my dear nurse, don't lie now; is be come by your troth?

Nurse. Yes, by my truly is he.

Miss Hoy. O Lord! I'll go and put on my laced tucker, though I'm lock'd up a month for❜t.

[Exit running.

ACT THE FOURTH.

SCENE I.

Enter MISS HOYDEN and Nurse.

Nurse. Well, Miss, how do you like your husband that is to be?

Miss Hoy. O Lord, nurse, I'm so overjoy'd, I can scarce contain myself.

Nurse. O but you must have a care of being too fond, for men now-a-days hate a woman that loves

'em.

Miss Hoy. Love him! why do you think I love him, nurse? I'cod, I would not care he was hang'd, so I were but once married to him.-No, that which pleases me, is to think what work I'll make when I get to London; for when I am a wife and a lady both, I'cod I'll flaunt it with the best of 'em. Ay, and I shall have money enough to do so too, nurse. Nurse. Ah! there's no knowing that, Miss; for, though these lords have a power of wealth indeed, yet, as I have heard say, they give it all to their sluts

and their trulls, who joggle it about in their coaches, with a murrain to 'em, whilst poor madam sits sighing and wishing, and has not a spare half-crown to buy her a Practice of Piety.

Miss Hoy. O, but for that, don't deceive yourself, nurse, for this I must say of my lord, he's as free as an open house at Christmas. For this very morning he told me I should have six hundred a year to buy pins. Now, nurse, if he gives me six hundred a year to buy pins, what do you think he'll give me to buy fine petticoats?

Nurse. Ah, my dearest, he deceives thee foully, and he's no better than a rogue for his pains. These Londoners have got a gibberage with 'em would confound a gipsey. That which they call pin-money is to buy their wives every thing in the versal world, down to their very shoe-knots-Nay, I have heard folks say, that some ladies, if they will have gallants, as they call 'em, are forced to find them out of their pin-money too. But, look, look, if his honour be not coming to you. Now, if I were sure you would behave yourself handsomely, and not disgrace me that have brought you up, I'd leave you alone together.

Miss Hoy. That's my best nurse, do as you'd be done by-trust us together this once, and if I don't shew my breeding, may I never be married, but die an old maid.

Nurse. Well, this once I'll venture you.-But if you disparage me

Miss Hoy. Never fear.

Enter YOUNG FASHION.

[Exit Nurse.

Y. Fash. Your servant, madam; I'm glad to find you alone, for I have something of importance to speak to you about.

Miss Hoy. Sir, (my lord I meant) you may speak to me about what you please, I shall give you a civil

answer.

Y. Fash. You give me so obliging a one, it encourages me to tell you in a few words what I think both for your interest and mine. Your father, I suppose you know, has resolved to make me happy in being your husband, and I hope I may depend on your consent to perform what he desires.

Miss Hoy. Sir, I never disobey my father in any thing but eating green gooseberries.

Y. Fash. So good a daughter must needs be an admirable wife-I am therefore impatient till you are mine, and hope you will so far consider the violence of my love, that you won't have the cruelty to defer my happiness so long as your father designs it.

Miss Hoy. Pray, my lord, how long is that? Y. Fash. Madam-a thousand years-a whole week.

Miss Hoy. A week!-Why I shall be an old wo. man by that time.

Y. Fash. And I an old man.

Miss Hoy. Why I thought it was to be to-morrow morning, as soon as I was up. I'm sure nurse told

me so.

Y. Fash. And it shall be to-morrow morning, if you'll consent.

Miss Hoy, If I'll consent! Why I thought I was to obey you as my husband?

Y. Fash. That's when we are married; till then I'm to obey you.

Miss Hoy. Why then if we are to take it by turns, it's the same thing-I'll obey you now, and when we are married you shall obey me.

Y. Fash. With all my heart. But I doubt we must get nurse on our side, or we shall hardly prevail with e chaplain.

Miss Hoy. No more we sha'n't indeed, for he loves her better than he loves his pulpit, and would always be a preaching to her by his good-will.