CARE. Exquisite woman! But what the devil, does she think thou
hast no more sense than to get an heir upon her body to disinherit
thyself? for as I take it this settlement upon you is, with a
proviso, that your uncle have no children.
MEL. It is so. Well, the service you are to do me will be a
pleasure to yourself: I must get you to engage my Lady Plyant all
this evening, that my pious aunt may not work her to her interest.
And if you chance to secure her to yourself, you may incline her to
mine. She's handsome, and knows it; is very silly, and thinks she
has sense, and has an old fond husband.
CARE. I confess, a very fair foundation for a lover to build upon.
MEL. For my Lord Froth, he and his wife will be sufficiently taken
up with admiring one another and Brisk's gallantry, as they call it.
I'll observe my uncle myself, and Jack Maskwell has promised me to
watch my aunt narrowly, and give me notice upon any suspicion. As
for Sir Paul, my wise father-in-law that is to be, my dear Cynthia
has such a share in his fatherly fondness, he would scarce make her
a moment uneasy to have her happy hereafter.
CARE. So you have manned your works; but I wish you may not have
the weakest guard where the enemy is strongest.
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