Ther. I was a little ruffled, but ‘tis gone.
Hon. You shou’d not blame them, Sir, for envying you, A Man so young, and such a Name in War.
Ther. That, Sir, is only your Esteem of it.
Hon. No, dear Clemanthis, that I may declare
To all the World and thee, how much I prize it,
Without consulting of your Quality,
I’ll make you absolute Master of my Fortune.
Ther. Heav’ns! whence this Generosity? [Aside.
Hon. I have a Daughter, Sir, an only Child,
Whom all the World esteems a virtuous one,
And for whose Love Princes have su’d in vain,
I now with Joy will render you in Marriage.
Ther. I am undone! [Aside.
It is a Princess, Sir, I must admire,
But never durst behold her with Eyes of Love,
A Maid so much above me.
Hon. I am a Man, whose martial Disposition
Renders me too unartful in my Language;
I cannot study Fineness in my Words,
But with Sincerity declare my Heart,
And do propose this Marriage with Olympia,
For your Advantage and the publick Interest,
Besides my own Content.
Ther. Have you consider’d, Sir, I am below her?
Hon. No more of that; go visit my Olympia, She is prepared to give you Entertainment. [Ex. Hon.