The younger brother, or, The amorous jilt a comedy : acted at the Theatre Royal by His Majesty's servants / written by the late ingenious Mrs. A. Behn ; with some account of her life.

SCENE. III.

Enter Olivia and Teresia, in Men's Cloaths.

Oliv.

WEll, the Ball do's not begin these three Hours, and we'll di∣vert our selves at my Aunt's Bassett-Table, which you see is Preparing, her Natural Propensity to oblige both Sexes makes her keep a Bank on purpose to bring 'em together. There we shall see the Old and the Young, the Ugly, and the Handsome, Fools that have Mony, and Wits that have none; and if the Table afford us nothing to please the Appetite, we'll abroad for Forage.

Enter Sir Merlin pulling in George, follow'd by Sir Morgan, Page and ••ootmen to George.

Sir Merl.

Nay, Sir, I am resolv'd you shall Honour my Aunt's Basset-Table—

Geo.

My Aunt's Basset-Table; There may be mony Stirring among these Fools, and Fortune may befriend me.

(aside.)

Sir Merl.

Sir Morgan, Pray know this worthy Gentleman, I have the Honour to lodge in the House with him.

They salute one another, Sir Mer. together.

Sir, This is Sir Morgan Blunder, a Person of Quality in Wales, I assure you.

Geo.

I question it not, Sir, and am proud of the Honour of Kissing your Hands.

Tere.

Yonder's a handsom Gentleman.

Oliv.

My Brother George, as I live, 'tis as I cou'd wish.

(aside.)

Enter Welborn.

Welb.

Lejere.

Geo.

Welborn! Welcome from Paris, I heard of your Arrival from Prince Fredrick.

Welb.

Yes, I am come to my Destruction, Friend.

Geo.

Ay, thour't to be Marry'd, I hear to a Welch Fortune.

Welb.

Tho Matrimony be a sufficient Curse, yet that's not the worst— I am fall'n most damnably in Love, since I arriv'd, with a young Creature I saw in the Mall t'other Night, of Quality she was, I dare swear, by all that was about her, but such a Shape! a Face! a Wit! a Mind, as in a mo∣ment quite subdu'd my Heart; she had another Lady with her, whom (dogging her Coach) I found to be a Neighbour of mine, and Grand-Daughter to the Lady Youthly, but who my Conqueror was I never since could learn.

Oliv.

'Slife, Teresia, yonder's the Handsome Fellow that entertain'd us with so much Wit, on Thursday last in the Mall.

Tere.

What, when you Chang'd your Breeches for Petticoats at my Lodg∣ings.

Oliv.

That Night, and ever since, I have felt a sort of a Tendre for him.

Tere.

As I do for his Friend—Pray Heav'n he be not Marry'd! I fear he has lay'd an Imbargo on my Heart, before it puts out of the Port.

Geo.

Are you not for the Basset?

Welb.

No, I've business at the Ball to Night, besides my Lady Blunder has a Quarrel to me for last Night's Debauch; I'll wait on you in the Morning.

Exit. Welborn.

Geo.

Well, you to your Business, and I to mine.—

(Speaks as the rest go out.)

Let the Dull Trading Fool by Business Live, Statesmen by Plots, the Courtier cringe to thrive; The Fop of Noise and Wealth be Cullied on, And purchase no one Joy by being undone, Whilst I by Nobler careless ways advance, Since Love and Fortune are acquired by Chance.

Exeunt Omnes.