Fal. A curse, he will out with it— [Aside, pulls him by the Arm.
Cle. Confess she is your Mistress. [Aside.
Fal. I call my Mistress, Madam.
Am. My Cousin Isillia your Mistress! Upon my word, you are a happy Man.
Fal. By Jove, if she be your Cousin, Madam, I love her much the better for’t.
Am. I am beholding to you, But then it seems I have lost a Lover of you.
Cle. Confess she has, or I’ll so handle you.
[Ex. Labree.
Fal. That’s too much, Cleontius—but I will,
By Jove, Madam, I must not have a Mistress that
Has more Wit than my self, they ever require
More than a Man’s able to give them.
Oli. Is this your way of Courtship to Isillia?