Euph. Why then will you marry me?
Esop. Because I love you.
Euph. If you lov'd me, you wou'd never make me miserable.
Esop. Not if I lov'd you for your sake; but I love you for my own.
Dor. [Aside.] There's an old Rogue for you.
Euph. [Weeping.] Is there no way left? must I be wretched?
Esop. 'Tis but resolving to be pleas'd. You can't imagine the Strength of Resolution. I have seen a Woman resolve to be in the Wrong all the Days of her Life; and by the help of her Resolution, she has kept her Word to a Tittle.
Euph. Methinks the Subject we're upon shou'd be of Weight enough to make you serious.
Esop. Right: To-morrow Morning pray be ready; you'll find me so: I'm serious. Now I hope you are pleas'd.
[Turning away from her.