Sir Geo. Take it—­
    (Gives him the Purse.

Miran. (Peeping.) So, ’tis well it’s no worse, I’ll fit you both—­

Sir Geo. And this Agreement is to be perform’d to Day.

Sir Fran. Aye, aye, the sooner the better, poor Fool, how Miranda and I shall laugh at him—­Well, Sir George, Ha, ha, ha, take the last sound of your Guineas, Ha, ha, ha. (Chinks ’em.)
    (Exit.

Miran. (Peeping.) Sure he does not know I am Miranda.

Sir Geo. A very extraordinary Bargain I have made truly, if she should be really in Love with this old Cuff now—­Psha, that’s morally impossible—­but then what hopes have I to succeed, I never spoke to her—­

Miran. (Peeping.) Say you so?  Then I am safe.

Sir Geo. What tho’ my Tongue never spoke, my Eyes said a thousand
Things, and my Hopes flatter’d me hers answer’d ’em.  If I’m lucky—­if
not, ’tis but a hundred Guineas thrown away.
    (__Miranda_ and Patch come forwards._

Miran. Upon what Sir George?

Sir Geo. Ha! my Incognito—­upon a Woman, Madam.

Miran. They are the worst Things you can deal in, and damage the soonest; your very Breath destroys ’em, and I fear you’ll never see your Return, Sir George, Ha, ha!

Sir Geo. Were they more brittle than China, and drop’d to pieces with a Touch, every Atom of her I have ventur’d at, if she is but Mistress of thy Wit, ballances Ten times the Sum—­Prithee let me see thy Face.

Miran. By no means, that may spoil your Opinion of my Sense—­

Sir Geo. Rather confirm it, Madam.

Patch. So rob the Lady of your Gallantry, Sir.

Sir Geo. No Child, a Dish of Chocolate in the Morning never spoils my
Dinner; the other Lady, I design a set Meal; so there’s no danger—­

Miran. Matrimony!  Ha, ha, ha; what Crimes have you committed against the God of Love, that he should revenge ’em so severely to stamp Husband upon your Forehead—­

Sir Geo. For my Folly in having so often met you here, without pursuing the Laws of Nature, and exercising her command—­But I resolve e’er we part now, to know who you are, where you live, and what kind of Flesh and Blood your Face is; therefore unmask and don’t put me to the trouble of doing it for you.

Miran. My Face is the same Flesh and Blood with my Hand, Sir George, which if you’ll be so rude to provoke.

Sir Geo. You’ll apply it to my Cheek—­The Ladies Favours are always Welcome; but I must have that Cloud withdrawn. (Taking hold of her.) Remember you are in the Park, Child, and what a terrible thing would it be to lose this pretty white Hand.

Miran. And how will it sound in a Chocolate-House, that Sir George Airy rudely pull’d off a Ladies Mask, when he had given her his Honour, that he never would, directly or indirectly endeavour to know her till she gave him Leave.