Sir Feeb. And you will not be proud, but will be commanded by me, Francis?
Bel. I desire not to be favour’d as a Kinsman, Sir, but as your humblest Servant.
Sir Feeb. Why, thou’rt an honest Fellow, Francis,—and thou’rt heartily welcome—and I’ll make thee fortunate. But come, Sir Cautious, let you and I take a turn i’th’ Garden, and get a right understanding between your Nephew Mr. Bearjest, and my Daughter Dye.
Sir Cau. Prudently thought on, Sir, I’ll wait on you.—
[Ex. Sir Feeble, and Sir Cautious.
Bea. You are a Traveller, I understand.
Bel. I have seen a little part of the World, Sir.
Bea. So have I, Sir, I thank my Stars, and have performed most of my Travels on Foot, Sir.
Bel. You did not travel far then, I presume, Sir?
Bea. No, Sir, it was for my diversion indeed; but I assure you, I travell’d into Ireland a-foot, Sir.