Phor. He tells you true, lady.
Ire. Indeed, sir! And pray, what did it look like?
Phor. Faith, to deal truly, much like the wheel of fortune which, turning round, puts the same persons sometimes at top, sometimes at bottom: but at last love shot his dart thorough the axle-tree, and fixed you regent.
Ire. Well, I have considered, and my cousin's example shall teach me.
Erg. What, in the name of doubt?
Ire. To avoid the infinite troubles you procured her by your fruitless solicitations. D'ye think your tears shall cost me so many tears as they have done her?
Pin. You may excuse them by consenting to your friend's desires.
Mil. Sweet madam, let me obtain this for him. He dies if you deny him.
Her. Dear Irene, perfect the happiness of this day.
Ire. You have great reason to persuade me to take him you abhorred.