Guil. Nay, if you will force it upon me.
Isa. Ay, take it, the trifling sum will serve to buy our Honour Pins.
Ant. Well, Sir, since you will force it on him, my Cashier shall draw the Writings.
Guil. And have ‘em signed by a publick Notary. [Aside.
Fran. With all my Soul, Sir, I’ll go to give him order, and subscribe. [Ex. Francisco.
Guil. Let him make ‘em strong and sure—you shall go halves. [Aside.
Ant. No, you will deserve it dearly, who have the plague of such a Wife with it;—but harkye, Count—these goods of Fortune are not to be afforded you, without Conditions.
Guil. Shaw, Conditions, any Conditions, noble Antonio.
Ant. You must disrobe anon, and do’n your native Habiliments—and in the Equipage give that fair Viscountess to understand the true quality of her Husband.
Guil. Hum—I’m afraid, ‘tis a harder task to leap from a Lord to a Rogue, than ‘tis from a Rogue to a Lord.