De F. That key!
Tor. Signior, pleaseth you to think our humble
Invitation worthy the grant of your society.
De F. I could wish the trouble of ten lives more, to be
Accepted in your command, fairest of ladies,
La P. Were all our days multiplied into years, and
Those years to lives, 'twere but a span of time
To study our thanks in.—— Exeunt.
Manent Silliman and La Prate.
Sil. Madam! lady!
I never knew what bandage was until now:
I fear the golden heart you sent me was
Enchanted: I long to see you.——
La P. What d'ye mean, sir?
Sil. Ha, ha, ha! hum! nothing, madam, but there
Be them that love a good nature with all their heart;
That have four hundred pounds a year, and money
In their purse to be knighted, if need be.
La P. Wit and opportunity assist me!
The thing will make an excellent husband for the
Times; and four hundred pounds a year is a
Considerable fortune to boot. I must take him at
His bond, or perhaps die in the list of stale chambermaids:
A court-plague for a misspent youth and service.
Sil. I am a gentleman already, else the heralds took my
Money for nothing: and methinks, madam, you
And I might——