Aria. In short, I took ye for a Man of Honour.
Will. Nay, if I tell the Devil take me.
Aria. I am a Virgin in Distress.
Will. Poor Heart.
Aria. To be marry’d within a Day or two to one I like not.
Will. Hum—and therefore wouldst dispose of a small Virgin Treasure (too good for silly Husbands) in a Friend’s Hands: faith, Child—I was ever a good religious charitable Christian, and shall acquit my self as honestly and piously in this Affair as becomes a Gentleman.
Enter Abevile with Musick.
Abev. Come away, are ye all arm’d for the Business?
Aria. Hah, arm’d! we are surpriz’d again.
Will. Fear not. [Draws.