Ara. Sir, I hope he’ll soon be here, and return the Kindness you have shown me; so I take my leave, with hourly expectation of a much-long’d for Husband.
Sum. And I, with a Gratitude never to be forgotten, kiss your fair Hand, and hope that all things will answer your Expectation.
[Exit Arabella.
Fri. Ay, ’tis so, now must I counterfeit a friendly Face to make a farther Discovery. [Aside.]
Sir, your humble Servant: without Offence, may I be so bold as to beg the Favour of your Name?
Sum. The Question I must confess is somewhat familiar, and in my Opinion improper for a Stranger at first sight; but yet I ne’re disown’d it to a Gentleman—’tis Summerfield.
Fri. Summerfield! Sir, I kiss your Hand;, and must congratulate your good Success, but more admire your Valour. Had we many such noble Commanders on board our Fleet, we need not fear it where e’re it sails.
Sum. Pray, Sir, stretch not your Love into Flattery, ’twill make me then suspect your Kindness. And the Author of this Story was too much my Friend I see, since he has given you this so very partial Account, the more to augment my Fame.
Fri. O! that’s your Modesty, Sir: But if I might be so happy as to be honour’d with your Acquaintance——
Sum. Sir, the Honour (if any) would be wholly on my Side; therefore I desire to know your Name.
Fri. Friendly, Sir.
Sum. An Acquaintance; I suppose, of Mr. Bonvile’s.