Fil. But I have sworn, sworn that I lov’d Marcella;
And Honour, Friend, obliges me to go,
Take her away and marry her.
—And I conjure thee to assist me too.
Gal. What, to night, this might, that I have given to Silvianetta! and you have promis’d to the fair—Euphemia!
Lau. If he shou’d go, he ruins my design, [Aside. —Nay, if your word, Sir—be already past—
Fil. ‘Tis true, I gave my promise to Euphemia; but that, to Women of her Trade, is easily absolv’d.
Gal. Men keep not Oaths for the sakes of the wise Magistrates to whom they are made, but their own Honour, Harry.—And is’t not much a greater crime to rob a gallant, hospitable Man of his Niece, who has treated you with Confidence and Friendship, than to keep touch with a well-meaning Whore, my conscientious Friend?
Lau. Infinite degrees, Sir.
Gal. Besides, thou’st an hour or two good, between this and the time requir’d to meet Marcella.
Lau. Which an industrious Lover would manage to the best advantage.
Gal. That were not given over to Virtue and Constancy; two the best excuses I know for Idleness.
Fil.—Yes—I may see this Woman.