Spark. Pshaw!
Har. Come, madam, you see you strive in vain to make him jealous of me. My dear friend is the kindest creature in the world to me.
Spark. Poor fellow!
Har. But his kindness only is not enough for me, without your favour, your good opinion, dear madam: 'tis that must perfect my happiness. Good gentleman, he believes all I say: would you would do so! Jealous of me! I would not wrong him nor you for the world.
Spark. Look you there. Hear him, hear him, and do not walk away so. [Alithea walks carelessly to and fro.
Har. I love you, madam, so—
Spark. How's that? Nay, now you begin to go too far indeed.
Har. So much, I confess, I say, I love you, that I would not have you miserable, and cast yourself away upon so unworthy and inconsiderable a thing as what you see here. [Clapping his hand on his breast, points at Sparkish.
Spark. No, faith, I believe thou wouldst not: now his meaning is plain; but I knew before thou wouldst not wrong me, nor her.
Har. No, no, Heavens forbid the glory of her sex should fall so low, as into the embraces of such a contemptible wretch, the least of mankind—my friend here—I injure him! [Embracing Sparkish.