Fail. I vow to gad, my lord, Sir Timorous is the most dejected person in the world, and full of regret for what is past. 'Twas his misfortune to be drawn in by such a person as Madam Isabella.
Non. Tis well his estate pleads for him; he should ne'er set foot more within my doors else.
Fail. I'll be security for him for time to come: Leave it to me to get the licence: All I desire is, your daughter may be ready to-morrow morning.
Non. Well, let me alone with her.
[Exeunt FAILER and NONSUCH.
Isa. You heard the dreadful sound, to-morrow, cousin.
Const. I would not throw myself away upon this fool, if I could help it.
Isa. Better marry a tertian ague than a fool, that's certain; there's one good day and night in that.
Const. And yet thou art mad for him thyself.
Isa. Nay, the fool is a handsome fool, that's somewhat; but 'tis not that; 'tis a kind of fancy I have taken to a glass coach, and six Flanders mares; rich liveries, and a good fortune.