Nur. Heartily sworn, as I vow.
Cel. And here I wish as solemnly the same: —May all arrive to me, If e’er I marry any Man but Bellmour!
Nur. We are Witnesses, as good as a thousand.
Friend. But now, my Friend, I’d have you take your leave; the day comes on apace, and you’ve not seen your Uncle since your Arrival.
Bel. ‘Tis Death to part with thee, my fair Celinda; But our hard Fates impose this Separation: —Farewel—Remember thou’rt all mine.
Cel. What have I else of Joy to think upon? —Go—go—depart.
Bel. I will—but ‘tis as Misers part with Gold, Or People full of Health depart from Life.
Friend. Go, Sister, to your Bed, and dream of him.
[Ex. Cel. and Nurse.
Bel. Whilst I prepare to meet this Fop to fight him.