Bel. Yes, faith, sir, I was foretelling her of a disaster that severely threatened her: And—one thing I foresee already by my stars, that I must bear up boldly, or I am lost.
[Aside.
Mask. [To Bel.] Never fear him, sir; he's an ignorant fellow, and credulous, I warrant him.
Alon. Daughter, be not too confident in your belief; there's nothing more uncertain than the old prophecies of these Nostradamusses; but of what nature was the question which you asked him?
Theo. What should be my fortune in marriage.
Alon. And, pray, what did you answer, sir?
Bel. I answered her the truth, that she is in danger of marrying a gentleman without a fortune.
Theo. And this, sir, has put me in such a fright—
Alon. Never trouble yourself about it, daughter; follow my advice, and I warrant you a rich husband.
Bel. But the stars say she shall not follow your advice: If it happens otherwise, I'll burn my folio volumes, and my manuscripts too, I assure you that, sir.
Alon. Be not too confident, young man; I know somewhat in astrology myself; for, in my younger years, I studied it; and, though I say it, made some small proficiency in it.