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The Self-Rival.
Young Pur. No, Sir, I have now too great art
Attractive to keep me here ; and fure you will not
blame me for having your own Tafte, and liking a
Lady you thought worthy of your own Affections.
Sir Eph. Gads-bud it would be a pity to part 'em,
tho' 'twere in my power. [Afide.~] [To Emilia.] Come,
Madarn, you have told me my Fortune ; let me, in
my turn, tell you yours : In a very few days you
will marry as honeft a young Fellow as ever cheated
old Father of a Miftrefs ; and the good-natur'd old
Fool will give him Two Thoufand Pounds a Year
now, and Two more when he dies • fo get you to-
gether, and provide Heirs for it.
Ma. So, fo, now the old Gentleman's got into the
Road of Good-Nature, I hope he will call upon us
as he goes by.
Sir Eph. Come, Maria, I promis'd to be very merry
at thy Wedding ; and fince I have had a hand in the
matter, and that every Fool is Philofopher enough
to know, that what is pare, is out of our power to
prevent, in pity to my own eafe, I fhall ftrive to for-
get all. Had you married a Man of a good Eftate,
I intended to have given you Twenty Thoufand
Pounds ; but fince Bcllamont's is lefs than I expected,
I'll throw in two or three more, to help its Improve-
ment.
Ma. Sir, I always had reafon to think you the
beft of Fathers, but now you have outdone even
yourfelf.
Sir Eph. [to Co/.] For your part, Sir, you are a
cheating young Dog, with your Where is [he ? where
is foe ? and I am fore'd to fummon up all my Good-
nature to forgive you : but I coniider 'tis the way of
the World, and all young Fellows will make their
Fortunes if they can. So, fince you have contrived
to rob me of my Girl by my own Confent, pray ufe
her well, and make her as happy as you can.
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