Geo. My Sister, Sir, who I disguis’d on purpose to be a Guard to this suspected Fair One.
Enter Welborn.
Wel. Ha, she’s there!
Now every Feature points me out my Conqueress.—Nay, start not—I have found Thee, thou malicious Charmer, to bring me so near to Bliss, and not afford me one kind hint.
Oliv. And are not you a very dull Fellow, that lov’d and long’d, and had the Maid so near you, and yet needed a Hint?
Wel. Nay, if you conceal’d your precious Talent, how shou’d it profit any body?
Oliv. Conceal’d it!—No, Faith, I made a very fair Tender; but you refus’d it, as not being current Coin.
Wel. But if you most feloniously, and unlawfully deface our Sovereign’s Image, so as it may be as soon taken for the Grand Signior’s, I may suspect the Metal too.
Oliv. What say you if I tender it before these lawful Witnesses?
Wel. I’ll take it for good Payment—I Charles Welborn—