Car. Both had been welcome—and all I have, you shou’d command.
Fran. For my Wife’s sake—what if I shou’d pistol him now;—and I am damnably provok’d to’t, had I but Courage to shoot off one. [Aside.
Car. Methinks you make not so kind returns as my Friendship to you, and the Alliance shall be between us, deserves.
Fran. I am something ill-bred, I confess, Sir;—’tis dark, and if I shou’d do’t no body wou’d know ‘twas I. [Aside.
Car. I fear there’s some Misunderstanding between us, pray let us go in a while, I’ll talk you from your error. [Offers to go, he gets between him and the door.
Fran. Between us, Sir! oh Lord, not in the least, Sir, I love and honour you so heartily—I’d be content to give you to the Devil, but the noise of the Pistol wou’d discover the business. [Aside.
Car. Come, let’s in, and talk a while.
Fran. I’m sorry I cannot do’t, Sir, we are something incommoded being not at our own house.
Car. Brother, I am afraid you are a little inclined to be jealous, that will destroy all Friendship.—
Fran. So, how finely the Devil begins to insinuate!