Eug. (aside). Alas! surprise on surprise! (Aloud.) Nay, sir, you know, I hope, that I am ever ready to obey you.
Alon. I looked for nothing else of you.
Torr. Nor I.
Alon. Your cousin is waiting your answer in his chamber. I will tell him the good news, and bring him to you.
[Exit.
Eug. Only let him come! Alas!
Torr. (entering). How lightly steps a favour’d lover forth! Give you joy, cousin.
Eug. The wretch!
Torr. Being selected by the head of your house.
Eug. Sir, one word, I wouldn’t marry you if it should cost me my life.