Cam. Just by that shop, where, out of your nobleness, you promised me a new silk gown.
Mel. O, now I understand you.
Cam. Not that I press you to a performance—
Mel. Take this, and please yourself in the choice of it.
[Gives her money.
Cam. Nay, dear sir, now you make me blush; in faith I—am ashamed—I swear, 'tis only because I would keep something for your sake;—but my lady expects you immediately in her apartment.
Mel. I'll wait on her, if I can possibly. [Exit Cam.] But, if I can prevail with Don Alonzo for his daughter, then will I again consider, which of the ladies best deserves me. [Aside.] Sir, I beg your pardon for this rudeness in leaving you.
[To Alon.
Alon. I cannot possibly resolve with myself to tell him openly he is a thief; but I'll gild the pill for him to swallow.
[Aside.
Mel. I believe he has discovered our amour: How he surveys me for a son-in-law!
[Aside.
Alon. Sir, I am sorry for your sake, that true nobility is not always accompanied with riches to support it in its lustre.
Mel. You have a just exception against the capriciousness of destiny; yet, if I were owner of any noble qualities, (which I am not) I should not much esteem the goods of fortune.