Sir Nov.
In fine, Sir, 'tis to your very Daughter,
the Fair Narcissa.
Sir W.
Humh! Pray, Sir, how long have you had
this in your head?
Sir Nov.
Above these two hours, Sir.
Sir Will.
Very Good! then you han't slept upon't?
Sir Nov.
No! nor shan't sleep, for thinking on't; did
not I tell you I wou'd surprize you?
Sir Will.
O! you have indeed, Sir, I am amaz'd! I
am amaz'd!
Sir Nov.
Well, Sir, and what think you of my Pro∣posal?
Sir Will.
Why truly, Sir, I like it not: But if I did,
'tis now too late; my Daughter is dispos'd of to a Gen∣tleman,
that she and I like very well; at present, Sir,
I have a little Business, if this be all, your humble Ser∣vant,
I am in haste.
Sir Nov.
Demmee! what an insensible Blockhead's
this? Hold, Sir, dee hear—is this all the Acknowledg∣ment
you make for the Honour I design'd you?
Sir Will.
Why truly, Sir, 'tis an Honour, that I am
not ambitious of: In plain terms, I do not like you for
a Son-in-Law.
Sir Nov.
Now you speak to the purpose, Sir: But
prithee what are thy Exceptions to me?
Sir Will.
Why in the first place, Sir, you have
too great a Passion for your own Person to have any
for your Wives: In the next place you take such an
Extravagant Care in the Cloathing your Body, that
your Understanding goes naked for't: Had I a Son so
dress'd, I shou'd take the liberty to call him an Egregi∣ous
Fop.
Sir Nov.
I Gad thou art a Comical old Gentleman,
and I'll tell thee a Secret: Understand then, Sir, from
me, that all Young Fellows hate the name of Fop, as
Women do the name of Whore: But I'Gad they both
Love the pleasure of being so: Nay Faith, and 'tis as