Sir Tim. Lord, that this shou’d not enter into my Coxcomb before! haste then and get one—I’ll have it done immediately, whilst I go after her to keep up my flame. [Ex. Sir Tim.
Sham. And I will fit you with a Parson presently.
[Ex.
SCENE III. A Street.
Enter Friendlove disguis’d as before.
Friend. I find Diana knows me not; and this Year’s absence, since I first made my Addresses to her, has alter’d me much, or she has lost the remembrance of a Man, whom she ever disesteem’d till in this lucky Dress: the price of her Favour is Bellmour’s Life. I need not have been brib’d for that, his Breach of Faith both to my Sister and my self, enough incites me to Revenge—He has not yet enjoy’d her, that Blessing is reserv’d for me alone; and though the Priest have joyn’d ‘em, that Marriage may be disannull’d, and she has a Fortune sufficient to excuse her other Faults.
Enter Bellmour sad.
—Hah! the Man I seek—so near my Lodgings too—Sir!
Bel. Sir!
Friend. Traitor! thou know’st me, and my bus’ness.— Look on this Face, if thou dar’st look on him Whom thou hast doubly wrong’d—and draw thy Sword.