SCENE V. Goofecap, Old Lady, and afterwards Betty, introducing Simon. Goofe. Who can this be the means to wed? I think she loves him too, fhe faid: The falfe ungrateful 0. Lady. Tell me, Sir, What do you mean by all this stir Goofe. I will, I swear, Come to the bottom of th' affair. O. Lady. You think me, then, not worth an answer? man, Sir. Goofe. Madam, excufe me, pray; I find How do you like him? Simon. Sir, I'm yours. Goofe. Mine, dog! This inftant out of doors! Betty, is he your choice? Betty. I hope You find him worthy Goofe. Of a rope! Rafcal, I fay, let go her hand! Simon. For what? 0. Lady. I am able to command My rage no longer. Goofe. Let her go. 0. Lady. Sir, Mr Goofecap, do you know How you're behaving to me here? Goofe. Betty! my life! my foul! my dear! Turn that young jackanapes away: I'll marry you. O. Lady. Hum.! Betty. When? Goofe. To-day. Try, Madam, to prevail upon her. O. Lady. I! Betty. Will you tho'? Betty. CC 2 Betty. Then, Simon, by your leave. falfe-hearted? Where's your vow? Are you Simon Then, by Jove, I've well got shut. 0. Lady. You faucy flut! Pray, Mr Goofecap, tell me this; Are you refolv'd to wed her? 0. Lady. And is't behaving as you ought? Betty. Will you ftay, And be a bride-maid? Goofe. Do, Ma'am, pray. 0. Lady. You numpfcull, you ideot, you grey-headed afs, Who is she? who are you? who am I? do you know? At this time of day, men are come to that pass, They're vainer and fillier the older they grow. Is this a fit wife? To a dark room and ftraw, thou A word too in your ear, She'll horn her dearest dear; And fo, Sir, fare-you-well. Goofecap, Simon, Betty. Simon. And, Miftrefs Betty, now we're cool, Is't thus you ferve me Geofe. Out you fool. Simon. I'll be reveng'd for't, never stir. Betty. Come, you muft raife his wages, Sir. A better miftrefs than a wife You'll find me, Simon. Goofe. Here, my life, Receive Receive my hand, Betty. And take you mine. A. 2. Darts, flames, joy, ecftafy divine! There his darts fhe moulds, And the anvil holds ; The little urchin beats them on, Hark! don't you hear his hammer? In its motion true: Firft at my breast you made it knock, Hark! don't you hear it clicking? Goofe. My love!. Betty. My dove ! Goofe. My chicken, Do you love me now?" Betty. So well, I vow, Words are too weak to tell you Goofe. Good lack! Betty. I'fack! A. 2. What is it ails me? Somewhat affails me, That thrills and disorders; 'Tis pleasure that borders On pain. Yet I wear by this kifs, And by this, and by this, I'd rather endure it, Than foften or cure it,, how.. And cherish it while I complain. Both night and day, Like any thing. SCENE VII. Goofecap, Betty, Simon, Old Lady. Betty. Blefs me, her ladyfhip comes back." Cc 3 Goofe Goofe. No matter, 'tis fome new attack. O. Lady. I'm reconcil'd to our mifcarriage, Betty. 'Tis neither shame nor fin. O. Lady. No, no; and when you please begin. But fickens where 'tis tafted. Did for a wench a distaff hold, And pray, Sirs, fpare your grinning. 'Tis better late than never. An Apartment at Sir HECTOR STRANGEWAYS, Enter Sir Hector and Lady Di. Sir Hector. An impudent puppy, to pefter me with his fees of honour; I thought that at court it was not honourable to pay any thing. Lady Di. But, Sir Hector Strangeways Sir Hec. But, Lady Di Strangeways, I tell you again, that if I had all the wealth of the Spanish galleons, I would |