Non. This is past enduring.
Fail. 'Tis nothing, my lord;—courage, Sir Timorous.
Non. I say 'tis past enduring; that's more than ever I told you yet: Do you come to make a fool of my daughter?
Isa. Why lord—
Non. Why lady—[Exit NONSUCH.
Trice. Let's follow the old man, and pacify him.
Isa. Now, cousin,—[Exeunt ISA. TRICE, BURR.
Const. Well, Mr Failer, I did not think you, of all the rest, would have endeavoured a thing so much against my inclination, as this marriage: if you had been acquainted with my heart, I am sure you would not.
Fail. What can the meaning of this be? you would not have me believe you love me; and yet how otherwise to understand you I vow to gad I cannot comprehend.
Const. I did not say I loved you; but if I should take a fancy to your person and humour, I hope it is no crime to tell it you. Women are tied to hard unequal laws: The passion is the same in us, and yet we are debarred the freedom to express it. You make poor Grecian beggars of us ladies; our desires must have no language, but only be fastened to our breasts.