Plot. Now y' have recovered all.
Tim. D' you think I have
Not wit enough to lie? [Aside.
Plot. Break your mind to her;
She does expect it.
Tim. But, lady, this is not
The business which I came for.
Aur. I'm at leisure
To hear your business, sir.
Plot. Mark that!
Tim. Indeed,
Sweet lady, I've a motion which was once
Or twice this morning in my mouth, and then
Slipp'd back again for fear.
Aur. Cowards ne'er won
Ladies or forts, sir.
Tim. Say then I should feel
Some motions, lady, of affection, might
A man repair Paul's with his heart, or put it
Into a tinder-box?
Aur. How mean you, sir?