Sir Geo. Shake off this Tyrant Guardian’s Yoke, assume your self,
and dash his bold aspiring Hopes; the Deity of his Desires, is Avarice;
a Heretick in Love, and ought to be banish’d by the Queen of Beauty. 
See, Madam, a faithful Servant kneels and begs to be admitted in the
Number of your Slaves. 
    (Miranda gives him her Hand to Raise him.

Sir Fran. I wish I cou’d hear what he says now. (Running up.) Hold, hold, hold, no Palming, that’s contrary to Articles—­

Sir Geo. Death, Sir, Keep your Distance, or I’ll write another Article
in your Guts.
    (Lays his Hand to his Sword.

Sir Fran. (Going back.) A Bloody-minded Fellow!—­

Sir Geo. Not Answer me!  Perhaps she thinks my Address too Grave:  I’ll be more free—­Can you be so Unconscionable, Madam, to let me say all these fine things to you without one single Compliment in Return?  View me well, am I not a proper Handsome Fellow, ha?  Can you prefer that old, dry, wither’d, sapless Log of Sixty-five, to the vigorous, gay, sprightly Love of Twenty-four?  With Snoring only he’ll awake thee, but I with Ravishing Delight wou’d make thy Senses Dance in Consort with the Joyful Minutes—­ha? not yet, sure she is Dumb—­Thus wou’d I steal and touch thy Beauteous Hand, (Takes bold of her Hand) till by degrees I reach’d thy snowy Breasts, then Ravish Kisses thus,
    (Embraces her in Extasie.

Miran. (Strugles and flings from him.) Oh Heavens!  I shall not be able to contain my self.
    (Aside.

Sir Fran. (Running up with his Watch in his Hand.) Sure she did not speak to him—­There’s Three Quarters of the Hour gone, Sir George—­Adod, I don’t like those close Conferences—­

Sir Geo. More Interruptions—­You will have it, Sir.
    (Lays his Hand to his Sword.

Sir Fran. (Going back.) No, no, you shan’t have her neither.
    (Aside.

Sir Geo. Dumb still—­sure this old Dog has enjoyn’d her Silence; I’ll try another way—­I must conclude, Madam, that in Compliance to your Guardian’s Humour, you refuse to answer me—­Consider the Injustice of his Injunction.  This single Hour cost me a Hundred Pound—­and wou’d you answer me, I cou’d purchase the 24 so:  However, Madam, you must give me leave to make the best Interpretation I can for my Money, and take the Indication of your Silence for the secret Liking of my Person:  Therefore, Madam, I will instruct you how to keep your Word inviolate to Sir Francis, and yet Answer me to every Question:  As for Example, When I ask any thing, to which you wou’d Reply in the Affirmative, gently Nod your Head—­thus; and when in the Negative thus; ((Shakes his Head.) and in the doubtful a tender Sigh, thus
    (Sighs.

Miran. How every Action charms me—­but I’ll fit him for Signs I warrant him.
    (Aside.