Alon. [I cry you Mercy], Sir, so I understood you.
Car. Fie upon’t, that he should be no more a Master of Civility.
Lov. I fear, Sir, my Sister will never like this Humour in her Lover; he wants common Conversation.
Car. Conversation—ye foolish Boy, he has Money, and needs none of your Conversation. And yet if I thought he were valiant—
[This while Alonzo and Euphemia make signs of Love with their Eyes.
Lov. I hope, Sir, [he does not boast] of more of that than he really has.
Car. That Fault I my self have been guilty of, and can excuse; but the thing it self I shall never endure: you know I was forc’d to send you abroad, because I thought you addicted to that. I shall never sleep in quiet—Valiant! that’s such a thing, to be Rich, or Wise and Valiant. [Goes to Euphemia.
Lov. Colonel, pray to the business, for I fear you will betray your self.
Car. But look upon his Wealth, Euphemia, and you will find those Advantages there which are wanting in his Person; but I think the Man’s well.
Euph. I must not seem to yield too soon. [Aside.