Nick. Nay, Madam, I’m in no very great haste, I am perfectly of your Ladyship’s Opinion, and can’t think there’s so mighty a Jest in Matrimony as some People imagine; like a Country Fellow and a Wench, that will jig it into Church after a blind Fidler, and are never in a dancing Humour afterwards.  People o’ Quality are more apprehensive o’ the matter, and have a world o’ business to do, we must first be seen particular together, to give suspicion, and create Jealousies ’mongst the rest of your Admirers; then it must be whisper’d to the Countess of Intelligence, to carry about Town, or the Tea-Tables will drop for want of Tittle-tattle; and afterwards your Ladyship’s absolutely denying it, confirms ev’ry body in the truth of it:  As for Cloaths, Equipage and Furniture, they are soon got ready, and if your Ladiship dislikes living i’the City, we’ll take a House at Mile-End.

La. Rod.  The City, Mr. Nicknack, A very considerable Place!  I have had noble Suppers there.  Suppers dress’d at Russel’s in Ironmonger-lane, and have brought away Fifty Guineas at Basset, when at this end o’the Town I have lost three times Fifty for a sneaking Dish of Chocolate.  People too may talk of their want of Sense, but the suppressing Bartl’mew-Fair was a thing of that wondrous Consultation, it shews the Citizens have prodigious Head-pieces.

Nick.  Your Ladiship has a just Notion of the City.  I have read sev’ral Acts of Common Council, that have really a world of Wit in ’em; but I’m afraid, Madam, Collonel Blenheim has so far ingratiated himself with your Ladiship, I shall have a troublesome Rival to deal with.

La. Rod.  Not in the least, I admitted him only as a Visitant, but at present I must be more particular with him; he’s of late grown a little irreverent towards our Sex, and I must check an insolent Humour he has got of despising Matrimony; he’ll be with me instantly, I’ll dispose you, that you may over-hear all, how I’ll turn and wind him, cross him, humour him, and confound him; when you think it proper make your Appearance, and we’ll both laugh at him.

Nick. If your Ladiship pleases, I had rather laugh in my Sleeve, for those blustering Officers, that are us’d to destroy whole Batallions, make no more of murdering one Man, than an Alderman does of eating up a single Turkey.

La. Rod.  Never fear him, Mr. Nicknack.

Nick. Nay, Madam, I have been Collonel i’th’Train-Bands these seven Years, and therefore ought not to want Courage; and tho’ I never learnt to fence, there’s an admirable Master teaches three times a Week, at the Swan Tavern in Cornhil. [Exeunt.

Mrs. Lov.  Now will I be Spitchcockt, if she han’t an Inclination for the Collonel, to coquet, and flirt and fleer, and plague half Mankind, only because they like her, may be what you call a fine Lady, but in my mind she has more fantastical Airs than a Kettle-Drummer. [Exit.