Fail. But, besides the land here mentioned, he has wealth in specie.
Non. A very fine young gentleman.
Tim. Now, my lord, I hope there's no great need of wooing: I suppose my estate will speak for me; yet, if you please to put in a word—
Non. That will I instantly.
Tim. I hope I shall have your good word, too, madam, to your cousin for me. [To ISABELLA.
Isa. Any thing within my power, Sir Timorous.
Non. Daughter, here's a person of quality, and one, that loves and honours you exceedingly—
Tim. Nay, good my lord! you discover all at first dash.
Non. Let me alone, sir; have not I the dominion over my own daughter? Constance, here's a knight in love with you, child.
Const. In love with me, my lord! it is not possible.