Sir Jeal. Come along, you stubborn Baggage you, come along.
Isab.
Oh hear me, Sir! hear me but speak one Word,
Do not destroy my everlasting Peace;
My Soul abhors this Spaniard you have chose
Nor can I wed him without being curst.
Sir Jeal. How's that!
Isab.
Let this Posture move your tender Nature. (Kneels.
For ever will I hang upon these Knees;
Nor loose my Hands till you cut off my hold,
If you refuse to hear me, Sir.
Char. Oh! that I cou'd discover my self to her.
(Aside.
Sir Geo. Have a care what you do. You had better trust to his Obstinacy.
(Aside.