Isa. Hark you, Mr Loveby; a word with you.
Lov. A word with you, madam: Whither is your cousin bound?
Isa. Bound, sir?
Lov. Ay, bound: Look you, she's under sail, with a lusty fore-wind.
Non. I sent for you, sir; but, to be plain with you, 'twas more out of necessity than love.
Lov. I wonder, my lord, at your invincible ill-nature. You forget the arrest, that I passed by: But this it is to be civil to unthankful persons; 'tis feeding an ill-natured dog, that snarls while he takes victuals from your hand.
Non. All friends! all friends! No ripping up old stories; you shall have my daughter.
Lov. Faith, I see your lordship would let lodgings ready furnished; but I am for an empty tenement.
Non. I had almost forgot my own great belly. If he should discover that too! [Claps his hat before it.
Isa. [To Lov.] You will not hear me, sir. 'Tis all roguery, as I live.