Lov. Flat roguery, I'll swear! If I had been father on't, nay, if I had but laid my breeches upon the bed, I would have married her: But I see we are not ordained for one another.
[Is going.
Non. I beseech you, sir.
Lov. Pray cover, my lord.
Isa. He does his great belly, methinks.
Non. I'll make it up in money to you.
Lov. That cannot tempt me. I have a friend, that shall be nameless, that will not see me want; and so, your servant.
[Exit LOVEBY.
Isa. I'll after, and bring him back.
Non. You shall not stir after him;—Does he scorn my daughter?