Friend. Hang him, he’ll ne’er meet thee; to beat a Watch, or kick a Drawer, or batter Windows, is the highest pitch of Valour he e’er arriv’d to.
Bel. However, I’ll expect him, lest he be fool-hardy enough to keep his Word.
Friend. Shall I wait on thee?
Bel. No, no, there’s no need of that—Good-morrow, my best Friend.
Friend. But e’er you go, my dearest Friend and Brother,
Now you are sure of all the Joys you wish
From Heaven, do not forgetful grow of that great Trust
I gave you of all mine; but, like a Friend,
Assist me in my great Concern of Love
With fair Diana, your lovely Cousin.
You know how long I have ador’d that Maid;
But still her haughty Pride repell’d my Flame,
And all its fierce Efforts.
Bel. She has a Spirit equal to her Beauty,
As mighty and tyrannick; yet she has Goodness,
And I believe enough inclin’d to Love,
When once her Pride’s o’ercome. I have the Honour
To be the Confident of all her Thoughts:
And to augment thy Hopes, ‘tis not long since
She did with Sighs confess to me, she lov’d
A Man, she said, scarce equal to her Fortune:
But all my Interest could not learn the Object;
But it must needs be you, by what she said.
This I’ll improve, and so to your Advantage—
Friend. I neither doubt thy Industry, nor Love; Go, and be careful of my Interest there, Whilst I preserve thine as intirely here.
[Ex. severally.
SCENE III. Sir Timothy’s House.
Enter Sir Timothy, Sham, Sharp, and Boy.