SCENE VI.
Heavens! was ever Man more fortunate than I, so unexpectedly to find a Daughter? Isn't it plain, that when Heaven bestows its Favours, 'tis upo' the account o' Mens Pieties? Thus have I accidentally found my poor Girl, beyond both my hopes and belief; and I intend to bestow her upon an Ingenious young Gentleman, of a good Family, and my Country-man. I wish some Body wou'd desire him to come hither. I order'd his Servants to follow me, and step to the Town for him: I wonder why he dosn't come, for my part.—I think I had best go to the Door.—[He goes to the Door, and looks in.] But what's here to do? My Wife hugging my Daughter? These Caresses are too formal and tedi∣ous.—[to his Wife within.] Enough, Wife, leave your kissing, and prapare for a Sacrifice, to thank our Gods for our Families Encrease. We have Lambs, and holy Pigs on purpose.—[to the Women within.] Why d'ye hinder Trachalio from coming?—O, here he is as luckily as may be.