Lug. That's the worst can happen:
If there be any way to reach, and work upon him;
Upon his nature suddenly, and catch him: that he loves,
Though he dissemble it, and would shew contrary,
And will at length relent, I'le lay my Fortune,
Nay more, my life.
De G. Is she won?
Lug. Yes, and ready,
And my designments set.
De G. They are now for Travel,
All for that Game again: they have forgot wooing.
Lug. Let 'em; we'll travel with 'em.
De G. Where's his Father?
Lug. Within; he knows my mind too and allows it;
Pities your Sisters Fortune most sincerely;
And has appointed, for our more assistance,
Some of his secret Friends.
De G. 'Speed the Plough.
Lug. Well said;
And be you serious too.
De G. I shall be diligent.