Isa. When he comes, uncle, pray cover your great belly with your hat, that he may not see it.
Non. It goes against my heart to marry her to this Loveby; but, what must be, must be.
Enter LOVEBY.
Const. O, Mr Loveby! The welcomest man alive! You met Setstone, I hope, that you came so opportunely?
Lov. No, faith, madam; I came of my own accord.
Isa. 'Tis unlucky; he's not prepared.
Lov. Look you, madam, I have brought the hundred pounds; the devil was as punctual as three o' clock at a playhouse. Here; 'tis right, I warrant it, without telling: I took it upon his word.
[Gives it.
Const. Your kindness shall be requited, servant: But I sent for you upon another business. Pray, cousin, tell it him, for I am ashamed to do't.
Lov. Ha! 'tis not that great belly, I hope. Is't come to that?