Luc.
Sir, if you won't be gone, I must fetch those shall Conduct you hence.—! my Eyes are dazled sure,
[Passing by him towards the door, she perceives the Jewel ty'd to the Watch.
Pray, Sir let me see that Jewel.
Roeb.
By Heavens she has a mind to't!—Oh, 'tis at your service with all my Soul.
Luc.
Wrong not my Vertue by so poor a thought.—But answer directly, as you are a Gentleman, to what I now shall ask: whence had you that Jewel?
Roeb.
I exchanged Watches with a Gentleman, and had this Jewel into the bargain. He valu'd it not, 'twas a Trifle from a Mistress.
Luc.
A Trifle said he?—Oh Indignation! slighted thus!—I'll put a Jewel out of his power, that he would pawn his Soul to re∣trieve.—If you be a Gentleman, Sir, whom Gratitude can work up to Love, or a Vertuous Wife reclaim, I'll make you a large return for that Trifle.
Roeb.
Hey-day! a Wife said she!
Luc.
What's your Name, Sir? and of what Country?
Roeb.
My Name's Roebuck, Madam.
Roeb.
'Sdeath! I forgot my Instructions.—Mockmode, Madam.—Roebuck Mockmode, my Name, and Sir-name.
Luc.
Mockmode my 'Squire! it can't be! But if it shou'd, I've made the better Exchange.—Of what Family are you, Sir?
Roeb.
Of Mockmode-Hall i•• Shropshire, Madam. My Father's lately dead; I came lately from the University; I have fifteen hundred A∣cers of as good fighting Ground as any in England.—'Twas lucky I met that Blockhead to day.
Aside.
Luc.
The very same.—And had you any directions to couat a Lady in London.
Roeb.
Umph!—How shou'd I have found the way hither else, Madam. What the Devil will this come to?
Aside.
Luc.
My Fool that I dreamt of, I find a pretty Gentleman.—Dreams go by contraries.—Well, Sir, I am the Lady; and if your Designs are Honourable, I'm yours, take a turn in the Garden, till I send for my Chaplain, you must take me immediately, for if I cool, I'm lost for ever.
Roeb.
I think I am become a very sober Shropshire Gentleman in good earnest; I don't start at the name of a Parson.—Oh For∣tune! Fortune! what art thou doing? If thou and my Friend will throw me into the arms of a fine Lady, and great Fortune, how the Devil can I help it! Oh but, Zoons, there's Marriage! Ay, but there's Money.—Oh but there are Children; sqawling Children. Ay but then there are Rickets and Small-Pox, which per∣haps may carry them all away.—Oh but there's Horns! Horns!