Euph. Fear it not, cousin:
If I may aid you, sir, in anything,
You shall command it.
Eug. Sir, I cannot thank you
So much as it deserves: this timely favour,
If not in life, yet shall at least in death
Endear me to you.
Art. Do not name that word,
My dearest love!
Euph. You must be speedy, sir,
In all your courses now.
Eug. Then let me beg
That you would meet me at my Lady Covet's.
I'll ring Sir Argent Scrape so loud a peal,
As shall, perchance, awake his bed-rid soul,
And rouse it, though so deeply sunk in dross—
Drown'd and o'erwhelm'd with muck. Go you together,
And leave me to my way.
Art. Farewell, dear love! [Exeunt severally.
Enter Barnet, Lady Whimsey.
Bar. Madam, 'tis sure; I know your ladyship
Is so possess'd.
Lady W. I think he loves me well,
And will not now start back from marrying me.
Bar. That is the happy hour he only longs for;
But if so strange a thing should come to pass,
Which yet I think impossible, that this
Your marriage should break off, I will give back
Into your hand this bond, which I receiv'd;
And 'tis worth nothing, madam, as you know
By the condition.