Bon. Of whom, sweet Sir, my Wife or me?
Sum. Ha! your Wife.
Bon. Yes Sir, my Wife, I think the word needs no explaining.
Mer. Pray, Sir, at my Request bear with him, he’s strangely out of Order I assure you.
Bon. The Jewels are as I left ’em ; but the Jewel of her Heart is lost and thrown away.—Madam, I sent you my Will, did you receive it.
Ara. Yes, I did.
Bon. Let me see it.
Ara. You shall. [Exit Ara.
Bon. Sir, I desire a Word or two in private with you, [to Summer.
Sum. With all my Heart, Sir.