Sir Jeal. It is enough, Sir, I am so pleas'd with the Countenance of Seignor Diego, and the Harmony of your Name, that I'll take your Word, and will fetch my Daughter this Moment. Within there (Enter Servant) desire Mr. Tackum my Neighbour's Chaplain to walk hither.
Serv. Yes, Sir.
(Exit.
Sir Jeal. Gentlemen, I'll return in an Instant.
(Exit.
Char. Wondrous well. Let me embrace thee.
Sir Geo. Egad that 5000 l. had like to have ruin'd the Plot.
Char. But that's over! And if Fortune throws no more Rubs in our way.
Sir Geo. Thou'lt carry the Prize—but hist, here he comes.
Enter Sir Jealous, dragging in Isabinda.