Char. Prithee how wilt do this?
Trust. Sir, I have serv’d your Family these thirty Years, with Faith and Love; and if I lose my Credit now, I’ll never pretend to’t more.
Char. Do what thou wilt, for I am sure thou’rt honest, And I’ll resign my Sister to thy Conduct, Whilst I endeavour the Conversion of my Brother. [Exit Charles.
Enter Phillis.
Phil. No News yet of my Brother?
Trust. None: The Next you’ll hear is, that he’s undone, and that you must go without your Portions; and worse than that, I can tell you, your Uncle designs to turn you out of Doors.
Phil. Alas! what shou’d I do, if he shou’d be so cruel? Wou’d I were in Flanders at my Monastery again, if this be true.
Trust. I have better Bus’ness for you, than telling of Beads—No, Mrs. Phillis, you must be married.
Phil. Alas! I am too young, and sad for Love.
Trust. The younger, and the less Love, the better.