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iz The FILL/fGE OVERA, Ad I.
La. If'ife. Indeed now, Sir Nicholas^ I am apt to think — -
Sir Nich. You are not apt to think, you cannot think, yoa
never did think. Heark-ye, Betty I I believe that DogHean-
well is in my Girl's Head ftill.
Betty. Really, Sir, I can not fay.
Sir Nich. Really, Mifs, you won't fay ; if he comes near
my Houfe I will (hoot him ; I wou'd as certainly fetch him
down as a Kite from my Dove-houfe, a Poaching Rafcal.
Betty. My poor young Lady, Sir, is inconfoleable . *
Sir Nich. Read a Romance to her, and comfort her; (he has
heard of Lovers in Diftrefs, and is aiding her Part I war-
rant.
Betty. It is hard, never to have feen the Perfpn (Tbe is to be
marry'd to.
Sir Nich. Hard ! why, I have never feen him, nor het Mo-
ther; why is it harder on her than on us?
Betty. If he fhou'd prove difagreeable.
Sir Nich. The Title to his Eftate is as clear as any Man's.
Betty. She may be for ever unhappy.
Sir Nich. There is a Provifion for feparate Maintenance.
Betty. He may be brutal, provoking^ unjuft.
Sir Nich. She may bear it ; or if (he does not care to bear it,
why, the Women will inftrud her in the Revenge which (hall
be latt in fa(hion. Heark-ye ! let us have a fwinging Sack-Pof-
fet at Night; let there be plenty of Harts-horn Jellies and
Sweet -meats : Houfewife, let there be Sweat-meats in a-
bundance But I profefs I am fomewhat uneafy that Sir^/V-
iiam and the young Squire are not arrived. Gome, Wife, we
will flep into the Village and amufe our felves there, 'till the
young Gentleman comes. There is a Statute ft feems held there,
to-day, a Fair for hiring Servants ; I think the Confufion my
Family is in at prefent will oblige me to hire fome new Ser-
vants very (hortly — however, Wife, we will fee what the
Market affords. \_Ex. Sir Nich. and La. Wife.
Enter Rofella.
Betty, A hard-headed Dolt ! no Body can flir the Blood of
this Reftiff Animal— O Madam! how do you (ind yout
Self?
Rof. Only out of my Wits, out of every Princely Wit I
have in the World, for Joy, Girl.
Betty. This is fudden! I left you in Tears : Good For^
tune- —
Rof. Is arrived, is come, is here; here in my Hand, Bettys
I have kifs'd it a thoufand times ; ask'd it a thoufand Queftions;
read it over and over; got it by Heart; talk'd to it as a Friend,
a Lover, a Deliverer! * Betty.