Brazen. Some of us, madam; but there are brutes among us too, very sad brutes; for my own part, I have always had the good luck to prove agreeable. I have had very considerable offers, madam—I might have married a German princess, worth fifty thousand crowns a-year, but her stove disgusted me. The daughter of a Turkish bashaw fell in love with me, too, when I was a prisoner among the Infidels; she offered to rob her father of his treasure, and make her escape with me; but I don't know how, my time was not come: hanging and marriage, you know, go by destiny: Fate has reserved me for a Shropshire lady, worth twenty thousand pounds. Do you know any such person, madam?
Mel. Extravagant coxcomb! [Aside.] To be sure, a great many ladies of that fortune would be proud of the name of Mrs. Brazen.
Brazen. Nay, for that matter, madam, there are women of very good quality of the name of Brazen.
Enter Worthy.
Mel. Oh, are you there, gentleman?—Come, captain, we'll walk this way. Give me your hand.
Brazen. My hand, heart's blood, and guts, are at your service. Mr. Worthy, your servant, my dear!
[Exit, leading Melinda.
Wor. Death and fire! this is not to be borne!
Enter Plume.
Plume. No more it is, 'faith.