Bel. None, Sir, since that of the wonderful Salamanca Doctor, who was both here and there at the same Instant of time.
Bea. How, Sir? why, that’s impossible.
Bel. That was the Wonder, Sir, because ‘twas impossible.
Noi. But ‘twas a greater, Sir, that ‘twas believed.
Enter L. Fulb. and Pert, Sir Cau. and Sir Feeb.
Sir Feeb. Enough, enough, Sir Cautious, we apprehend one another.
Mr. Bearjest, your Uncle here and I have struck the Bargain, the Wench
is yours with three thousand Pound present, and something more after
Death, which your Uncle likes well.
Bea. Does he so, Sir? I’m beholding to him; then ‘tis not a Pin matter whether I like or not, Sir.
Sir Feeb. How, Sir, not like my Daughter Dye?
Bea. Oh, Lord, Sir,—die or live, ‘tis all one for that, Sir—I’ll stand to the Bargain my Uncle makes.
Pert. Will you so, Sir? you’ll have very good luck if you do. [Aside.