[Aside.
Isa. Let me alone, cousin.—And to this effect she shall write to him, that, to conform to your will, and his modesty, she desires him to come hither alone this evening.
Non. Excellent wench!—I'll get my chaplain ready.
[Exit NONSUCH.
Const. How can you hope to deceive my father?
Isa. If I don't, I have hard luck.
Const. You go so strange a way about, your bowl must be well bias'd to come in.
Isa. So plain a ground, there's not the least rub in't. I'll meet Sir Timorous in the dark; and, in your room, marry him.
Const. You'll be sure to provide for one.
Isa. You mistake me, cousin:—Oh! here's Setstone again.