Miran. I’m sure thou art inspir’d with Impudence enough.

Sir Geo. (Sings.)
  Great Love inspire him;
  Say I admire him. 
  Give me the Lover
  That can discover
  Secret Devotion
  from silent Motion;
  Then don’t betray me,
  But hence convey me.

Sir Geo. (Taking hold of Miranda_._) With all my Heart, this Moment let’s Retire.

    (Sir Francis_ coming up hastily._)

Sir Fran. The Hour is expir’d, Sir, and you must take your leave.  There, my Girl, there’s the Hundred Pound which thou hast won, go, I’ll be with you presently, Ha, ha, ha, ha.

    (Exit Miranda_._

Sir Geo. Ads Heart, Madam, you won’t leave me just in the Nick, will you?

Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha, she has nick’d you, Sir George, I think, Ha, ha, ha:  Have you any more Hundred Pounds to throw away upon Courtship, Ha, ha, ha.

Sir Geo. He, he, he, he, a Curse of your fleering Jests—­Yet, however ill I succeeded, I’ll venture the same Wager, she does not value thee a spoonful of Snuff—­Nay more, though you enjoyn’d her Silence to me, you’ll never make her speak to the Purpose with your self.

Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha, did not I tell thee thou would’st repent thy Money?  Did not I say she hated young Fellow’s, Ha, ha, ha.

Sir Geo. And I’m positive she’s not in Love with Age.

Sir Fran. Ha, ha, no matter for that, Ha, ha, she’s not taken with your Youth, nor your Rhetorick to boot, ha, ha.

Sir Geo. Whate’er her Reasons are for disliking a me, I am certain she can be taken with nothing about thee.

Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha; how he swells with Envy!—­Poor Man, poor Man—­Ha, ha; I must beg your Pardon, Sir George, Miranda will be Impatient to have her share of Mirth:  Verily we shall Laugh at thee most Egregiously; Ha, ha, ha.

Sir Geo. With all my Heart, faith—­I shall Laugh in my Turn too—­For if you dare marry her old Belzebub, you would be Cuckolded most Egregiously; Remember that, and Tremble—­

  She that to Age her Beauteous Self resigns,
  Shows witty Management for close Designs. 
  Then if thou’rt grac’d with fair Miranda_’s Bed,
  Actaeon’s Horns she Means, shall Crown thy Head._
      (Exit.

Sir Fran. Ha, ha, ha; he is mad.

  These fluttering Fops imagine they can Wind,
  Turn, and Decoy to Love, all Women-kind: 
  But here’s a Proof of Wisdom in my Charge,
  Old Men are Constant, Young Men live at Large. 
  The Frugal Hand can Bills at Sight defray,
  When he that Lavish is, has Nought to pay.
      (Exit.

SCENE Changes to Sir Jealous Traffick_’s House._

  Enter Sir Jealous_, Isabinda, Patch following._