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Show The Way to win him. 15 Mir. W h y , to ftarve you into Compliance; look'e, you fhall never marry any Man; and you had as good let me do you a Kindnefs as a Stranger. Ori. Sir, you're aj Aiir. What a m 1, Miftrefs? Ori. A Villain, Sir. Mir. I'm glad on't 1 never knew an boneft Fellow in, m y Life but was a Villain upon thefe Occa'ions han't you drawn your felf now into a very pretty Dilemma ? Ha, ha, ha; the poor Lady has made a V o w of Virginity, whei fhe thought of making a V o w for the contrary. Was ever poor W o m a n fo cheated into Chaftity ? Or. Sir, m y Fortune is equal to yours, m y Friends as powerful, and both fhall be put to the Teft, to do me Tuftice. Mir. W h a t ! You'll force me to marry you, will ye? Ori. Sir, the L a w fhall. Mir. But the L a w can't force m e to do any thing elfe, can it ? Ori. Pfhaw, I defpife thee, Monftcr. Mir. Kifs and be Friends then--Don't cry, Child, and you lhall have your Sugar-plumb - Come, Madam, dye think I cou'd be fo unreafbnable as to make you faft all your Life long ; no, I did but jeft, you lhall have your Liberty ; here, take your Contract, and give me mine. Ori. N o , I won't. Mir. Eh! What, is the Girl a Fool? Ori. N o , Sir, you fhall find m e cunning enough to do m y felf jufticc; and fince I muft not depend upon your Love, 111 be reveng'd, and force you to marry me out vi Spigirt. f Aiir. Then I'll beat thee out of fpight; make a moft confounded Husband. Ori. O Sir, I (hall match ye: A good Husband makes a good Wife at anytime. Aiir. I'l 1 rattle down your China about your Ear?. Ori. And I'll rattle about the City to run you in Debt for more. Mir. Your Face-mending Toylet lhall fly out of the Window. Ori. And you Face - mending Pernwig fhall Hy after it. Mir. I'll tear the Furbelow off your Cloaths, and when you Bott lfew oofo nH afrotrs -Vheoxrant.i on, you fhan't have a penny to buy_ .a |