Sir John Glutton: For the past nine years, my Godmother, to whom I have written with the most practilious regularity, had believed me to be married. Not only married, but with an heir. If she finds I am a bachelor, she won't leave me a farthing.Gooch: Then you must marry before her visitSir John Glutton: She's coming tomorrow night. Where shall I find a wife before then? They don't grow on trees!

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