Char. Oh! that I cou’d discover my self to her.
    (Aside

Sir Geo. Have a care what you do.  You had better trust to his
Obstinacy.
    (Aside

Sir Jeal. Did you ever see such a perverse Slut:  Off I say Mr. Meanwell pray help me a little.

Sir Geo. Rise, Madam, and do not disoblige your Father, who has provided a Husband worthy of you, one that will Love you equal with his Soul, and one that you will Love, when once you know him.

Isab. Oh! never, never.  Cou’d I suspect that Falshood in my Heart, I wou’d this Moment tear it from my Breast, and streight present him with the Treacherous Part.

Char. Oh! my charming faithful Dear.
    (Aside.

Sir Jeal. Falshood! why, who the Devil are you in Love with?  Ha!  Don’t provoke me, for by St. Jago I shall beat you, Housewife.

Char. Heaven forbid; for I shall infallibly discover my self if he should.
    (Aside.

Sir Geo. Have Patience, Madam! and look at him:  Why will you prepossess your self against a Man that is Master of all the Charms you would desire in a Husband?

Sir Jeal. Ay, look at him, Isabinda, Senior pase vind adelante.

Char. My Heart bleeds to see her grieve, whom I imagin’d would with Joy receive me. Seniora obligue me vuestra merced de sumano.

Sir Jeal. (Pulling up her Head.) Hold up your Head, hold up your Head, Housewife, and look at him:  Is there a properer, handsomer, better shap’d Fellow in England, ye Jade you.  Ha! see, see the obstinate Baggage shuts her Eyes; by St. Jago, I have a good Mind to beat ’em out.
    (Pushes her down.

Isab.
  Do then, Sir, kill me, kill me instantly. 
  ’Tis much the kinder Action of the Two,
  For ’twill be worse than Death to wed him.

Sir Geo. Sir Jealous, you are too passionate.  Give me leave, I’ll try by gentle Words to work her to your Purpose.

Sir Jeal. I pray do, Mr. Meanwell, I pray do; she’ll break my Heart. (weeps) There is in that, Jewels of the Value of 3000 l. which were her Mother’s; and a Paper wherein I have settled one half of my Estate upon her now, and the whole when I dye.  But provided she marries this Gentleman, else by St. Jago, I’ll turn her out of Doors to beg or starve.  Tell her this, Mr. Meanwell, pray do.
    (Walks off.

Sir Geo. Ha! this is beyond Expectation—­Trust to me, Sir, I’ll lay the dangerous Consequence of disobeying you at this Juncture before her, I warrant you.

Char. A sudden Joy runs thro’ my Heart like a propitious Omen.
    (Aside.

Sir Geo. Come, Madam, do not blindly cast your Life away just in the
Moment you would wish to have it.