VAIN. Nor I to marry Araminta till I merit her.
BELL. But how the devil dost thou expect to get her if she never yield?
VAIN. That’s true; but I would—
BELL. Marry her without her consent; thou ’rt a riddle beyond woman—
SCENE IV.
[To them] Setter.
Trusty Setter, what tidings? How goes the project?
SETTER. As all lewd projects do, sir, where the devil prevents our endeavours with success.
BELL. A good hearing, Setter.
VAIN. Well, I’ll leave you with your engineer.