Bel. My dearest Charles, forgive me all that’s past, And share the Fortune Heaven has given thy Brother.
Char. The Joy I have, Sir, to be undeceived, Is much the greatest Blessing Heav’n can send me.
Enter Sir Timothy, follow’d by Phillis, Sham,
Sharp, and Betty Flauntit.
Sir Tim. I am pursu’d by two impertinent Women; prithee, Friendlove, tell ‘em I am gone out at the Backdoor, and send ‘em away.
Lord. What’s the News here?
Sir Tim. How, Celinda here, and Bellmour too! Nay, now wou’d I compound for my Life, at any rate, by Fortune.
Phil. Sir, this Villain here has abus’d me, and with a false Marriage has rob’d me of my Honour.
Bel. How!
Sir Tim. My Lord, I say this young Jilt would have rob’d me of my self; and courting her, and enjoying her only for a Miss, would persuade me I am married to her.
Flaunt. Sir, I say, I am doubly wrong’d; first by this false Knight, who has belong’d to me this three Years, which gives me a right to him, as good as if I were married to him; who has now unlawfully left my Bed, for that of this Gilflurt, who, on the other side, takes away my Knight, and consequently eats the Bread out of my Mouth.