[Footnote A: A foolish character in Sir Philip Sidney's Arcadia, who seems to have become proverbial.]
[Exit ISABELLA.
Enter LOVEBY.
Lov. Look you, madam, here's the jewel; do me the favour to accept it, and suppose a very good compliment delivered with it.
Const. Believe me, a very fair jewel. But why will you be at this needless charge? What acknowledgment do you expect? You know I will not marry you.
Lov. How the devil do I know that? I do not conceive myself, under correction, so inconsiderable a person.
Const. You'll alter your partial opinion, when I tell you, 'tis not a flash of wit fires me, nor is it a gay out-side can seduce me to matrimony.
Lov. I am neither fool, nor deformed, so much as to be despicable. What do I want?
Const. A good estate, that makes every thing handsome: Nothing can look well without it.
Lov. Does this jewel express poverty?