Rod. Explain yourself.
Man. That you would marry first, And afterwards refuse me Angelina.
Rod.—Think so.
Man. You are—
Rod. Speak softly.
Man. A foul villain.
Rod. Then—
Man. Speak softly.
Rod. I'll find a time to tell you, you are one.
Man. 'Tis well.
Ladies, you wonder at our private whispers,
[To the company.
But more will wonder when you know the cause;
The beauteous Angelina is fallen ill;
And, since she cannot with her presence grace
This day's solemnity, the noble Roderick
Thinks fit it be deferred, 'till she recover;
Then, we both hope to have your companies.