Gay. Hark ye, Harry—in earnest have a care of betraying your self; and do not venture sweet Life for a fickle Woman, who perhaps hates you.
Bel. You counsel well—but yet to see her married!
How every thought of that shocks all my Resolution!—
But hang it, I’ll be resolute and saucy,
Despise a Woman who can use me ill,
And think my self above her.
Gay. Why, now thou art thy self—a Man again. But see, they’re coming forth, now stand your ground.
Enter Sir Feeble, Sir Cautious, Bearjest, Noisey, Leticia sad, Diana, Phillis. [Pass over the Stage.
Bel. ‘Tis she; support me, Charles, or I shall sink to Earth, —Methought in passing by she cast a scornful glance at me; Such charming Pride I’ve seen upon her Eyes, When our Love-Quarrels arm’d ‘em with Disdain— I’ll after ‘em, if I live she shall not ‘scape me. [Offers to go, Gay. holds him.
Gay. Hold, remember you’re proscribed, And die if you are taken.
Bel. I’ve done, and I will live, but he shall ne’er enjoy her. —Who’s yonder, Ralph, my trusty Confident?
Enter Ralph.
Now though I perish I must speak to him.
—Friend, what Wedding’s this?
Ral. One that was never made in Heaven, Sir; ’.is Alderman Fainwou’d, and Mrs. Leticia Bredwel.