TOM My tale shall be told both by young and by old.
NICK Come, master, prepare your fate to dare.
TOM A favourite narration throughout the nation, remembered by all, in cottage and hall, with song and laughter for ever after.
NICK Perfumed, well-dressed, and looking your best, a bachelor of fashion, eyes hinting at passion. Your carriage young and upon your tongue the gallant speeches that Cupid teaches.
TOM For tongues will not tire around the fire. Oh! sitting at meat, the tale to repeat of the wooing and wedding, likewise the bedding of Baba, that masterwork whom nature created to be celebrated for her features dire.
NICK Shadow will guide, seek your bride. On Baba the Turk, your charms work. What deed is as great as this gorgon to mate? All will admire Tom Rakewell, Esquire.
TOM My heart beats faster. Come, come Shadow.
NICK Come, master, and do not falter,
TOM, NICK To Hymen's altar! Ye powers, inspire Tom Rakewell Esquire!
(Outside Tom's home. It's getting dark. Anne comes in)