Act 3. Scen. 2.
Come, Sr. John Wit-little; This is alwaies the merriest day of the week with us; though indeed mirth cannot well at∣temper it self to these new-born Troubles: but we hope the storm will not long rage, it is so violent. The Transision in Musick from a Discord to a Concord, is very swee•: from a Concord to a Discord, harsh and unpleasant.
My Lord: I could wish you would conclude a final and happy Concord betwixt me and Mrs. Dorothy.
That will never be concluded, Sir John Wit-little.
And pray, why, fair Mrs. Dorothy?
Because you are Sir John Wit-little.
I am sure, there is not only Wit-little, but also little Wit in that An∣swer.
Let her be as free as Ayr in her Speeches: you shall have her in the Exit of the Business.
But he shall never hold her.
Mrs. Dorothy, it will be your securest way to take me. I'le be a Papist or Atheist or any thing to please you.
You have not understanding e∣nough to be a Papist, nor sufficient Wit to be an Atheist.
I have understanding enough, to adore you as my Saint, wit enough to worship you as my Image.
Fie, fie, Sr. John; You are pro∣phane.
I will not be prophane to please you: and to please you, I will be prophane again; if you please, that I will.
Sr. John, Let her abound in her own sense.
Sense! I am almost in a mind, she's deprived of all her Senses, that can∣not see, nor hear, nor smell, nor tast nor touch enough in me to make her love me: Madam, Speak punctually, and to the Needle's point, Will you have me?
I shall then speak sharply: No.
Why then, I'le marry thy Wir.
Sr. John, you must first find another Wit to match it.
Must I, whether I can or no?
Wher's this Noble Lord, whose nature so perfectly consorts with his name? and who is so large-handed and boundless in his Entertainments, the Lord Libe∣ral?
Sir, I am the Master of this Place.
In a good and auspicious hour you speak it: My Lord, we understood, that this was your weekly day of Jollity, and I was bold to bring my wife in my hand with me; that we might •ive up the rich experience of your Noble Entertain∣ment.
Ye are welcom. This can be no Priest or Jesuit, he has a Wife. We stand out of the Gun-shot of danger. Sir, our Manner and Oeconomy is, first to dance, and then to banquet. We excuse no Gen∣tile Person that enters.
My Lord, I run all honourable hazards among Friends.
Madam, This is a good man, as they are call'd, a Priest, and Father of the Society: now time, and opportunity invite you to Confession.
But I want the coveniency of pri∣vacy.
Madam, you may do it in the Dance: It hath been practised by the Learned Society, in case of Necessity.
I thank you: I shall not fail to im∣brace the present occasion.
Come, Gentlemen, and Ladies, sort your selves.
This is a Child worth Gold: Her hand was double-pav'd with twenty Shilling Pieces: This Golden Girl must not be neglected: Give her notice, that I will visit her often: the manner thus.
Friends, and Strangers, the Banquet attends you within.