Sir Jeal. Did you ever see such a perverse Slut: Off I say Mr. Meanwell pray help me a little.
Sir Geo. Rise, Madam, and do not disoblige your Father, who has provided a Husband worthy of you, one that will Love you equal with his Soul, and one that you will Love, when once you know him.
Isab. Oh! never, never. Cou'd I suspect that Falshood in my Heart, I wou'd this Moment tear it from my Breast, and streight present him with the Treacherous Part.
Char. Oh! my charming faithful Dear.
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Sir Jeal. Falshood! why, who the Devil are you in Love with? Ha! Don't provoke me, for by St. Jago I shall beat you, Housewife.
Char. Heaven forbid; for I shall infallibly discover my self if he should.
(Aside.
Sir Geo. Have Patience, Madam! and look at him: Why will you prepossess your self against a Man that is Master of all the Charms you would desire in a Husband?
Sir Jeal. Ay, look at him, Isabinda, Senior pase vind adelante.