Hau. You beat him, yes, you; what a Pox do you scruple such a kindness to a Friend? I know you make no more of killing a Man next your Heart in a Morning, than I do of eating a pickled Herring.
Lov. But she desir’d you to do’t.
Hau. That’s all one so it be done, mun; besides, why should I run my self into a Premunire, when I need not? Your Father is bound by Agreement to mine, to deliver me the Wares (that is, his Daughter) safe and sound; and I have no more to do, but to protest against him in case of Non-performance. ’Twill be a dear Commodity to me at this rate. [Cries.
Lov. Well, Sir, I’ll see what may be done.
Hau. Spoke like a Friend now: Well, you must about it instantly, for I must be married to day.
Alon. Must you so, Sir?—
Hau. Yes marry must I, Sir—Who the Devil’s this now? [To Lovis.
Alon. That same Alonzo whom you inquire for.
Hau. Are you so, Sir?—Why, what then, Sir,—Lovis, Lovis. [[Runs behind Lovis.]
Alon. What then, Sir? then I tell you, I will not be beaten.