Wild. His means are little,
And where those littles are, as little comforts
Ever keep company: I know she loves him,
His memory beyond the hopes of ——
Beyond the Indies in his mouldy Cabinets,
But 'tis her unhandsome fate.
Enter Heartlove.
1. I am sorry for't,
Here comes poor Frank, nay we are friends, start not Sir,
We see you'r willow and are sorry for't,
And though it be a wedding we are half mourners.
Fr. Good Gentlemen remember not my fortunes,
They are not to be help'd by words.
Wild. Look up man,
A proper sensible fellow and shrink for a wench?
Are there no more? or is she all the handsomness?
Fr. Prethee leave fooling.
Wild. Prethee leave thou whining,
Have maids forgot to love?
Fr. You are injurious.
Wild. Let 'em alone a while, they'll follow thee.
1. Come good Frank.
Forget now, since there is no remedy,
And shew a merry face, as wise men would do.