LADY PLYANT. Nay, not to interrupt you, my dear. Only lend me your
letter, which you had from your steward to-day; I would look upon
the account again, and may be increase your allowance.

SIR PAUL. There it is, madam, do you want a pen and ink? [Bows and
gives the letter.]

LADY PLYANT. No, no, nothing else, I thank you, Sir Paul. So, now
I can read my own letter under the cover of his. [Aside.]

SIR PAUL. He? And wilt thou bring a grandson at nine months end--
he? A brave chopping boy. I'll settle a thousand pound a year upon
the rogue as soon as ever he looks me in the face, I will, gads-bud.
I'm overjoyed to think I have any of my family that will bring
children into the world. For I would fain have some resemblance of
myself in my posterity, he, Thy? Can't you contrive that affair,
girl? Do, gads-bud, think on thy old father, heh? Make the young
rogue as like as you can.

CYNT. I'm glad to see you so merry, sir.

SIR PAUL. Merry, gads-bud, I'm serious; I'll give thee five hundred
pounds for every inch of him that resembles me; ah, this eye, this
left eye! A thousand pounds for this left eye. This has done
execution in its time, girl; why, thou hast my leer, hussey, just
thy father's leer. Let it be transmitted to the young rogue by the
help of imagination; why, 'tis the mark of our family, Thy; our
house is distinguished by a languishing eye, as the house of Austria
is by a thick lip. Ah! when I was of your age, hussey, I would have
held fifty to one, I could have drawn my own picture--gads-bud I