Car. Yes, indeed; nay, if you have deceiv’d me, and dissembled with me, when I was so kind, I’ll show you Trick for Trick i’faith— [Goes to Haunce.
Euph. What shall we do, Olinda?
Olin. Why marry Don Alonzo, Madam.
Euph. Do not rally, this is no time for Mirth.
Olin. Fie upon’t, Madam, that you should have so little Courage; your Father takes this Fellow to be Alonzo.
Car. What Counsel are you giving there, hah?
Olin. Only taking leave of our old Acquaintance, since you talk of marrying us so soon.
Car. What Acquaintance, pray?
Olin. Our Maiden-heads, Sir.
Hau. Ha, ha, ha, a pleasant Wench, faith now; I believe you would be content to part with yours with less warning.