Exeunt Lodwick and Maundy.
The Scene draws over Sir Patient and Lady: draws again and discovers
[ Scene VIII.] The Garden, Wittmore, Fanny, and Isabella.
Isab. How, Mr. Fainlove, it cannot be.
Fan. Indeed, Sister, ’tis the same, for all he talks so; and he told me his coming was but to try your Virtue only.
Enter Lodwick and Maundy as passing over, but stand.
Isab. That Fainlove! whom I am so soon to marry! and but this day courted me in another Dialect!
Wit. That was my Policy, Madam, to pass upon your Father with. But I’m a Man that knows the value of the Fair, and saw Charms of Beauty and of Wit in you, that taught me to know the way to your Heart was to appear my self, which now I do. Why did you leave me so unkindly but now?
Lod. Hah, what’s this? whilst I was grafting Horns on another’s Head, some kind Friend was doing that good Office for me.
Maun. Sure ’tis Wittmore!—oh that Dissembler—this was his Plot upon my Lady, to gain time with Isabella. Aside.
Wit. And being so near my Happiness, can you blame me, if I made a trial whether your Virtue were agreeable to your Beauty, great, and to be equally ador’d?