Mel. More joyfully than I received it: And, with it, I beg the honour to be received by you as your son-in-law.
Alon. My son-in-law! this is the most pleasant proposition I ever heard.
Mel. I am proud you think it so; but, I protest, I think not I deserve this honour.
Alon. Nor I, I assure you, sir; marry my daughter—ha, ha, ha!
Mel. But, sir——
Alon. I know what you would say, sir—that there is too much hazard in the profession of a thief, and therefore you would marry my daughter to become rich, without venturing your neck for't. I beseech you, sir, steal on, be apprehended, and, if you please, be hanged, it shall make no breach betwixt us. For my part, I'll keep your counsel, and so, good night, sir.
[Exit Alon.
Mel. Is the devil in this old man, first to give me occasion to confess my love, and, when he knew it, to promise he would keep my counsel? But who are these? I'll not be seen; but to my old appointment with Theodosia, and desire her to unriddle it.
[Exit Mel.