Fred. Name him, and take him.
Isab. Lorenzo, Sir.
Lor. Of all Cheats, commend me to a Waiting-Gentlewoman;
I her Husband?
Ant. I am a Witness to that Truth.
Fred. ’Tis plain against you; come, you must be honest.
Lor. Will you compel me to’t against my will?
Oh Tyranny, consider, I am a Man of Quality and Fortune.
Isab. As for my Qualities, you know I have sufficient,
And Fortune, thanks to your Bounty, considerable too.