Sir Tim. ‘Tis a good Motion, and we will follow it; send to the Duke’s
House, and borrow some Habits presently.
Sham. I’ll about it, Sir.
Sir Tim. Make haste to my Lodging—But hark ye—not a word of this to Betty Flauntit, she’ll be up in Arms these two Days, if she go not with us; and though I think the fond Devil is true to me, yet it were worse than Wedlock, if I should be so to her too.
Tho Whores in all things else the Mastery get, In this alone, like Wives, they must submit.
Exeunt.
ACT III.
SCENE I. A Room in Lord Plotwell’s House.
Enter Lord Plotwell, Bellmour leading in Diana, _follow’d by _Charles Bellmour, Phillis, and other Ladies and Gentlemen. [Musick plays, till they are all seated.
Lord. Here, Nephew, I resign that Trust, which was repos’d in me by your dead Father; which was, that on your Wedding-Day I should thus— make you Master of your whole Fortune, you being married to my liking— And now, Charles, and you, my Niece Phillis, you may demand your Portions to morrow, if you please, for he is oblig’d to pay you the Day after that of his Marriage.
Phil. There’s time enough, my Lord.