Luc. But could never effect it.
Lor. How!
Luc. I have examined whatever might commend a gentleman, both for his exterior and inward abilities; yet, amongst all that may speak him worthy, I could never discern one good part or quality to invite affection.
Lor. This is it I feared. Now should I break out into rage; but my wife and a foolish nature withhold my passion.
Moc. I am undone, unspirited, my hopes vain, and my labours nullities!
Lor. Where be your large vaunts now, Signor? What strange tricks and devices you had to win a woman!
Moc. Such assurance I conceived of myself; but when they affect wilful stubbornness, lock up their ears, and will hearken to no manner of persuasion, what shall a man do?
Lor. You hear what taxes are laid upon you, daughter: these are stains to your other virtues.
Luc. Pray, sir, hear my defence. What sympathy can there be between our two ages or agreement in our conditions? But you'll object, he has means. 'Tis confess'd; but what assurance has he to keep it? Will it continue longer than the law permits him possession, which will come like a torrent, and sweep away all? He has made a forfeiture of his whole estate.