Lord Ogle. What's the matter, Lovewell? thou ſeem'ſt to have loſt thy faculties. Why don't you wiſh me joy, man?
Lovew. O, I do, my Lord. [ſighs.
Lord Ogle. She ſaid, that you would explain what ſhe had not power to utter—but I wanted no interpreter for the language of love.
Lovew. But has your Lordſhip conſidered the conſequences of your reſolution?
Lord Ogle. No, Sir; I am above conſideration, when my deſires are kindled.
Lovew. But conſider the conſequences, my Lord, to your nephew, Sir John.
Lord Ogle. Sir John has conſidered no conſequences himſelf, Mr. Lovewell.
Lovew. Mr. Sterling, my Lord, will certainly refuſe his daughter to Sir John.
Lord Ogle. Sir John has already refuſed Mr. Sterling's daughter.
Lovew. But what will become of Miſs Sterling, my Lord?
Lord Ogle. What's that to you?—You may have her, if you will.—I depend upon Mr. Sterling's city-philoſophy, to be reconciled to Lord Ogleby's being his ſon-in-law, inſtead of Sir John Melvil, Baronet. Don't you think that your maſter may be brought to that, without having recourſe to his calculations? Eh, Lovewell!
Lovew. But, my Lord, that is not the queſtion.
Lord Ogle. Whatever is the queſtion, I'll tell you my anſwer.—I am in love with a fine girl, whom I reſolve to marry.
Enter Sir John Melvil.
What news with you, Sir John? You look all hurry and impatience—like a meſſenger after a battle.
Sir John. After a battle, indeed, my Lord.—I have this day had a ſevere engagement, and wanting your Lordſhip as an auxiliary, I have at laſt muſter-
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