Ger. I do confess I should be loath to own
That Blessing which I rate above my Life,
If ’twere bestow’d by any hands but yours;
Therefore by all your hopes I do conjure you,
If you dislike my Love, Command my silence.
Eugen. Interpret well my blushes, when I say
I cannot find a thought for such Commands.
Ger. Then I am happy ’bove the reach of Envy;
For I have his consent already granted,
He nam’d the day of Marriage as you enter’d.
Eugen. You see, my Lord, that I had cause for fear,
Since I’m bestow’d, and my consent ne’re askt.
Sure my dead Father ne’re design’d it so?
Ger. Madam, I beg your pardon, for a truth
Might well excuse your Brother in this matter;
I urg’d to him I doubted not your favour,
On which Condition he did grant me his.
Eugen. I shall hear further of it from himself,
Till when, I beg your pardon.
[Offers to go out.
Anto. Sister, pray stay, for I have bus’ness with you.
I know, my Dear, you never Lov’d that Fellow,
Which since you do not, though he serves me well,
Yet I’m resolv’d for this to part with him,
Tho’ I could think a Pension for your Nurse,
To keep her at a distance, were as well.
Cæl. Though now her dotage makes her want discretion,
Her Love to us was great.
Anto. Come, trouble not your self about it, he shall go.