Man. Well, but now I think on't, you shall keep your word with your lady. What, a young fellow, and fail the first, nay, so tempting an assignation!
Fid. How, sir?
Man. I say, you shall go to her when 'tis dark, and shall not disappoint her.
Fid. I, sir! I should disappoint her more by going.
Man. How so?
Fid. Her impudence and injustice to you will make me disappoint her love, loathe her.
Man. Come, you have my leave; and if you disgust[122] her, I'll go with you, and act love, whilst you shall talk it only.
Fid. You, sir! nay, then I'll never go near her. You act love, sir! You must but act it indeed, after all I have said to you. Think of your honour, sir: love!—
Man. Well, call it revenge, and that is honourable: I'll be avenged on her; and thou shalt be my second.