Alon. How! Euphemia thy Sister?
Lov. Yes, indeed is she, and whom my Father designs to cast away upon this half Man, half Fool; but I find she has Wit to make a better Choice: she yet knows nothing of my Arrival, and till you resolve what to do, shall not; and my Dutchman does nothing without me.
Alon. If thou hast the management of him, he’s likely to thrive.
Lov. But not in his Amour, if you please: In short, Sir, if you do really love my Sister, I am content to be so ungracious a Child to contribute to the cheating my Father of this same hopeful Son he expects, and put you upon him; but what you do, must be speedily then.
Alon. I am oblig’d to thee for this frank Offer, and will be instructed by thee.
Lov. If you’re resolv’d, I’ll warrant you Success.
Alon. I think I am resolv’d in spite of all my Inclinations to Libertinism.
Lov. Well, Sir, I’ll get you such a Suit then, as that our Hero makes his first approach in, as ridiculously gay as his Humour, which you must assume too.
Alon. Content.
Lov. To night I must pay my Duty to my Father, and will prepare your way, and acquaint my Sister with it; ’tis but a Frolick if we succeed not.