Phil. Don't think to put that upon me. You say this, because I wrung you to the heart when I touched your guilty conscience about Judy.
Tom. Ah, Phillis! Phillis! if you but knew my heart!
Phil. I know too much on't.
Tom. Nay, then, poor Crispo's[124] fate and mine are one. Therefore give me leave to say, or sing at least, as he does upon the same occasion—
"Se vedette," &c. [Sings.]
Phil. What, do you think I'm to be fobbed off with a song? I don't question but you have sung the same to Mrs. Judy too.
Tom. Don't disparage your charms, good Phillis, with jealousy of so worthless an object; besides, she is a poor hussy, and if you doubt the sincerity of my love, you will allow me true to my interest. You are a fortune, Phillis.
Phil. What would the fop be at now? In good time, indeed, you shall be setting up for a fortune!
Tom. Dear Mrs. Phillis, you have such a spirit that we shall never be dull in marriage when we come together. But I tell you, you are a fortune, and you have an estate in my hands. [He pulls out a purse, she eyes it.