SIS. Which as you did believe, so they supposed.
'Twas fitter for yourself than for another
To keep the sister, had undone the brother.
ILF. I am gulled, by this hand. An old coneycatcher, and beguiled! where the pox now are my two coaches, choice of houses, several suits, a plague on them, and I know not what! Do you hear, puppet, do you think you shall not be damned for this, to cosen a gentleman of his hopes, and compel yourself into matrimony with a man, whether he will or no with you? I have made a fair match, i'faith: will any man buy my commodity out of my hand? As God save me, he shall have her for half the money she cost me.
Enter WENTLOE and BARTLEY.
WEN. O, have we met you, sir?
BAR. What, turned micher, steal a wife, and not make your old friends acquainted with it?
ILF. A pox on her, I would you had her!
WEN. Well, God give you joy! we can hear of your good fortune, now 'tis done, though we could not be acquainted with it aforehand.
BAR. As that you have two thousand pounds a year.
WEN. Two or three manor-houses.
BAR. A wife, fair, rich, and virtuous.