Car. [But do you find her] willing to be so?
Alon. ’Tis not a half-penny matter for that, as long as my Father and you are agreed upon the matter,
Car. Well, Euphemia, setting all foolish Modesty aside, how do you like this Man?
Euph. As one, whom in Obedience to you, I am content to cast my self away upon.
Car. How seems his Humour to you?
Euph. Indifferent, Sir, he is not very courtly, something rough and hasty.
Car. I fear she has found his ill Quality of Valour too; and since [’tis certain ’tis so], why should it be said that I ruin’d a Child to satisfy my Appetite of Riches? [Aside.
Come, Daughter, can you love him, or can you not? For I’ll make but short Work on’t; you are my Daughter, and have a Fortune great enough to inrich any Man; and I’m resolv’d to put no Force upon your Inclinations.
Euph. How’s this! nay, then ’tis time I left dissembling. [Aside.] Sir, this Bounty in you has strangely overcome me, and makes me asham’d to have withstood your Will so long.
Car. Do not dissemble with me, I say do not; for I am resolv’d you shall be happy.