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4 The Self-Rival;
Quarters, and furprize him when he little thinks the
Enemy fo near him.
Ma. Sir, you have too many Fears about you, to
make a good General ; but one would think Colonel
Bellamont mould give you none, becaufe he is one of
thofe fort of Men I don't like.
Sir Eph. Well, Girl, look to it, your Fate lies
in your own Management ; if you take a Husband
of my chufing, Twenty Thoufand Pounds attends it ;
but if you cater for yourfelf, not a Soufe, by Jupiter!
I am now going to meet your Brother, who is
coming from Cambridge ; and I hope his Behaviour
will be a Spur to your Duty.
Ma. Sir, my Duty rides a very eafy free pace,
and needs no Spur; but as I have no referve in fa-
vour of any particular Perfon, I here promife, when-
ever I marry, it mall be by your Command.
Sir Eph. Well, you know what you have to truft
to ; fo confider on't. [Exit Sir Eph.
Ma. Indeed, my dear Dad, Confideration is not
my Talent ; and 'tis well if I have not. promised and
vow'd more than I am able to perform : for Colonel
Bellamont' s a charming Fellow, that's certain. Here,
Kitty !
Enter Kitty.
Kitty. Did your Ladyfhip call 3 Madam ?
Ma. Yes, where's my Aunt ?
Kitty. In her Clofet, Madam y praying, I fuppoie,
for what will never be granted her.
Ma. What's that, prithy ?
Kitty. A Husband, Madam ; old Maids never
pray for any thing elfe.
Ma. Ha! ha! ha! No, Kitty, I fancy you xe mil-
taken ; Lady Camp hire has declaim'd fo long againft
that frightful Creature, Man, that file could not for
lhame marry now, tho' ever fo much to her Advantage,
Well, (he's fafe then • but where's my t'other Ar-
gus, that old Crab-Stick, Verjuice I Kitty.