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Scena Quinta.

Riccamare, Garbato.
Ric.
Our agreement's this, if this Damsel of sixscore
And odd, be worth the sums you talk off,
And will marry me, I am to procure my
Niece Arabella's Company at my house, and
Make you a Collation; if it do not succeed
You forfeit two hundred Crowns.

Garb.
You have an exact memory. View now
The Fabrick.

Ric.
It looks like an old ruin of Egypt.

Garb.
Or rather like a relique of the Flood;
Sure it was built in the Infancy of time,
Before the World was acquainted with proportion,
Or Architecture.

Ric.
Knock, I long to survey the Inhabitants
Of this Monument, if she be rich enough
'Twill make amends.

Garb.
Nay, you must expect nothing but antiquity:
Her Parlour will appear like a Brokers shop,
Every Stool of a several Parish.
Enter Sanco-panco.
But here comes her general Officer—I must
Dispatch him Embassadour to his Lady,
Before I can proceed with my description.

Ric.
This is some Egyptian Mummy preserv'd
By a petrifying Vapour, he moves as if he
Had no Soul.
Exit Sanco-panco.
VVhat strange African Monster's that?

Garb.
A moveable suitable to her other appurtenances.
But to my description; The Cushions in her
Window's look by the Antique Embroidery
Like Reliques sav'd at the Sack of Jerusalem,
And the Velvet of the Couch like an High
Priests Cope, that had lay'n buried nine Ages.

Ric.
If she be parallel to these, I shall be VViv'd.

Garb.
I fear she'll prove the greater antiquity.

Ric.
Good Gold, fortifie my Stomach strongly.

Garb.
But she's rich, that's all thou car'st for.

Ric.
True, in being so, she's all, All I can wish.

Enter Sanco-panco.
Garb.
And here returns our Sanco-panco, Porter,
Usher, Steward, Butler, Coach-man, or what
You please, to conduct you to your Indies.

Sanc.
After my Mistresses hearty commendations
Presented unto you.

Ric.
'Slife, he's her Secretary too, and is directing
A Letter of thanks for a Country Cake.

Sanc.
My Mistress bid me notifie her intentions
Are to see you.

Ric.
She can see yet, that's some comfort.
Good Sir Lancelot, do your Office, and Marshal us.

Sanc.
I shall shew you up to my Mistresses Chamber.

Ric.
Now if I can but obtain her.

Garb.
Fear nothing, pray for a good Stomach,
Say Grace, and fall too.

Exeunt.