Fail. Come, come; egad I know the whole sex of you: Your love's at best but a kind: of blind-man's-buff, catching at him that's next in your way.
Const. Well, sir, I can take nothing ill from you; when 'tis too late you'll see how unjust you have been to me. I have said too much already.—[Is going.
Fail. Nay stay, sweet madam! I vow to gad my fortune's better than I could imagine.
Const. No, pray let me go, sir; perhaps I was in jest.
Fail. Really, madam, I look upon you as a person of such worth, and all that, that I vow to gad I honour you of all persons in the world; and though I am a person that am inconsiderable in the world, and all that, madam, for a person of your worth and excellency I would—
Const. What would you, sir?
Fail. Sacrifice my life and fortunes, I vow to gad, madam.
Enter ISABELLA, BURR, and TIMOROUS, at a distance from them.
Isa. There's Failer close in talk with my cousin; he's soliciting your suit, I warrant you, Sir Timorous: Do but observe with what passion he courts for you.
Burr. I do not like that kneading of her hand though.