and two hundred a Year is a charming Allowance too.--But Virtue! Virtue!--
Oh! that I had liv'd in good King Some-body's Days.

_Enter Major_ Bramble.

_Bra_. Madam _Lovejoy_, your most humble Servant, here's a Ring that was
pawn'd to me for twenty Guineas by a Welch Knight, on his being chose High
Sheriff o'the County, and the Mony not being paid in due time, it's become
forfeited; I therefore entreat the Favour of you to wear it.

Mrs. _Lov_. Your very humble Servant, Major, they are delicate Stones
indeed; but what Service must I do you in return of so great a Compliment?

_Bra_. Only that, Madam, of being my Advocate to Lady _Rodomont_, whose
Beauty I have long admir'd, and whose Estate I do profoundly reverence.
[_Aside._] Nor can I on a just survey of my Person and Parts find the
least Obstacle, why her Inclinations shou'd n't mount like mine, that
without much Ceremony or foppish Courtship, we might unite Circumstances,
and astonish the World at the Sight of a couple so prodigiously well
pair'd.

Mrs. _Lov_. Were my Fortune, Major, equal to my Lady's, my Judgment wou'd
be as much admir'd in such a Choice as my Happiness wou'd be envy'd; but
my Lady's of so uncommon a cold Constitution so whimsically gay, and fond
of new Diversions, she laughs at ev'ry serious Thought of Love.

_Bra._ Perhaps, Madam, my Lady never had an Offer worth her serious
Notice, the Fops a course chatter and teaze the Women, but when great
Statesmen condescend to Love, and while they Court, Affairs of State stand
still; a Lady shou'd be proud of such an Offer; what Woman wou'd not think