L. _Rod._ Pray admit him, Cozen, he's rich and personable, very good
humour'd, and no Fool: His aspiring at me does indeed show a prodigious
stock of Vanity; but 'tis a failing, People o'the best Sense are liable
to, and I had rather prove a Man too ambitious than to have no spirit at
all.

_Enter_ Nicknack.

Mr. _Nicknack_, I'm so us'd to you of late, methinks your absence gives me
some Chagrin; where have you been this tedious long half Hour?

_Nick_. When we flung up the Cards, Madam, I went to see the two Children
that grow together; I wish 'twere your Ladiship's case and mine.

L. _Rod._ We shou'd rejoice to be parted agen.

_Nick._ But has your Ladiship contemplated prodigiously o'the Matter? For
really, Madam, I begin to find my self in more hast than I thought I was.

L. _Rod._ Already, Mr. _Nicknack_, you're too hasty; tho' I have this
opinion of you, a Match with you requires less _pro_ and _con_ than with
some others; but I fancy People look so silly when they're going to be
marry'd, to see 'em walk demurely up the Church, so sheepishly consenting
and asham'd; with shoals of gaping Fools, that crowd about 'em, as if a
Marriage were a Miracle; prithee, Mr. _Nicknack_, that I may guess a
little at the Matter for a Frollick, let my Footman marry you, and my
Cozen together.

Mrs. _Lov._ Mr. _Nicknack_, and I, Madam.