Wel. To my eternal Shame, as chaste as Ice.
Geo. What will you say now, Charles, if I bring this Woman to you again?
Wel. Canst thou? Oh, let me kiss thy Lips away.
Geo. For all her Frolick, Charles, she’s very honest, a Fortune, and of Quality—and were’t not for Olivia, thou shouldst marry her.
Wel. Olivia I ne’er saw, and now ’twill be too late.
Geo. Nay then, Sir, I must fight in her Defence.
Wel. You fight in her defence! Why, dost thou love her?—By all that’s good, I will resign her to thee.
Geo. You shall not, Sir; and know she is my Sister.
Wel. Olivia thy Sister!—
Geo. Ask no more Questions, but defend your self, if you refuse to marry her; for her Honour’s mine.