Dia. Is there no Truth nor Honesty i’th’ World?
Sir Tim. Troth, very little, and that lies all i’th’ City amongst us sober Magistrates.
Dia. Were I a Man, how wou’d I be reveng’d!
Sir Tim. Your Ladyship might do it better as you are were I worthy to advise you.
Dia. Name it.
Sir Tim. Why, by marrying your Ladyship’s most assur’d Friend, and most humble Servant, Timothy Treat-all of London, Alderman. [Bowing.
Bet. Ay, this is something, Mistress; here’s Reason.
Dia. But I have given my Faith and Troth to Wilding, Betty.
Sir Tim. Faith and Troth! We stand upon neither Faith nor Troth in the
City, Lady. I have known an Heiress married and bedded, and yet with the
Advice of the wiser Magistrates, has been unmarried and consummated anew
with another, so it stands with our Interest: ‘tis Law by Magna Charta.
Nay, had you married my ungracious Nephew, we might by this our Magna
Charta have hang’d him for a Rape.
Dia. What, though he had my Consent?