Frank. So you promised me
Before, in case I married her. I know
Sir Arthur Clarington deserves the credit
Report hath lent him, and presume you are
A debtor to your promise: but upon
What certainty shall I resolve? Excuse me
For being somewhat rude.
Sir Arth. It is but reason.
Well, Frank, what think’st thou of two hundred pounds
And a continual friend?
Frank. Though my poor fortunes
Might happily prefer me to a choice
Of a far greater portion, yet, to right
A wrongèd maid and to preserve your favour,
I am content to accept your proffer.
Sir Arth. Art thou?
Frank. Sir, we shall every day have need to employ
The use of what you please to give.
Sir Arth. Thou shall have’t.
Frank. Then I claim
Your promise.—We are man and wife.
Sir Arth. Already?
Frank. And more than so, sir, I have promised her
Free entertainment in her uncle’s house
Near Waltham Abbey, where she may securely
Sojourn, till time and my endeavours work
My father’s love and liking.
Sir Arth. Honest Frank!