Sir Geo. You are all Goodness.

  Enter Scentwell_._

Scentw. Oh, Madam, my Master and Mr. Marplot are just coming into the House.

Miran. Undone, undone! if he finds you here in this Crisis, all my Plots are unravell’d.

Sir Geo. What shall I do! can’t I get back into the Garden?

Scentw. Oh, no! he comes up those Stairs.

Miran. Here, here, here! can you condescend to stand behind this Chimney-Board, Sir George?

Sir Geo. Any where, any where, dear Madam, without Ceremony.

Scentw. Come, come, Sir; lie close—­
    (They put him behind the Chimney-Board.

  Enter Sir Francis_ and Marplot:  Sir Francis peeling an Orange_._

Sir Fran. I cou’d not go, tho’ ’tis upon Life and Death, without taking leave of dear Chargee.  Besides, this Fellow buz’d in my Ears, that thou might’st be so desperate to shoot that wild Rake which haunts the Garden-Gate; and that wou’d bring us into Trouble, dear—­

Miran. So, Marplot brought you back then:  I am oblig’d to him for that, I’m sure—­
    (Frowning at Marplot_ aside._

Marpl. By her Looks she means she is not oblig’d to me.  I have done some Mischief now, but what I can’t imagine.

Sir Fran. Well, Chargee, I have had three Messengers to come to Epsom to my Neighbour Squeezum’s who, for all his vast Riches, is departing.
    (Sighs.

Marpl. Ay, see what all you Usurers must come to.

Sir Fran. Peace, ye young Knave!  Some Forty Years hence I may think on’t—­But, Chargee, I’ll be with thee to Morrow, before those pretty Eyes are open; I will, I will, Chargee, I’ll rouze you, I saith.—­Here Mrs. Scentwell, lift up your Lady’s Chimney-Board, that I may throw my Peel in, and not litter her Chamber.

Miran. Oh my Stars! what will become of us now?

Scentw. Oh, pray Sir, give it me; I love it above all things in Nature, indeed I do.

Sir Fran. No, no, Hussy; you have the Green Pip already, I’ll have no more Apothecary’s Bills.
    (Goes towards the Chimney.

Miran. Hold, hold, hold, dear Gardee, I have a, a, a, a, a Monkey shut up there; and if you open it before the Man comes that is to tame it, ’tis so wild ’twill break all my China, or get away, and that wou’d break my Heart; for I am fond on’t to Distraction, next thee, dear Gardee.
    (In a flattering Tone.

Sir Fran. Well, well, Chargee, I wont open it; she shall have her Monkey, poor Rogue; here throw this Peel out of the Window.

    (Exit Scentwell_._

Marpl. A Monkey, dear Madam, let me see it; I can tame a Monkey as well as the best of them all.  Oh how I love the little Minatures of Man.