_Const_. Come on, sir: what's your will with me? [_Laughs_.
_Tim_. Why, madam, I could only wish we were a little better
acquainted, that we might not laugh at one another so.
_Const_. If the fool puts forward, I am undone.
_Tim_. Fool!--do you know me, madam?
_Const_. You may see I know you, because I call you by your name.
_Fail_. You must endure these rebukes with patience, Sir
Timorous.
_Const_. What, are you planet struck? Look you, my lord, the
gentleman's tongue-tied.
_Non_. This is past enduring.
_Fail_. 'Tis nothing, my lord;--courage, Sir Timorous.
_Non_. I say 'tis past enduring; that's more than ever I told you
yet: Do you come to make a fool of my daughter?
_Isa_. Why lord--
_Non_. Why lady--[_Exit_ NONSUCH.
_Trice_. Let's follow the old man, and pacify him.
_Isa_. Now, cousin,--[_Exeunt_ ISA. TRICE, BURR.
_Const_. Well, Mr Failer, I did not think you, of all the rest,
would have endeavoured a thing so much against my inclination, as
this marriage: if you had been acquainted with my heart, I am sure you
would not.
_Fail_. What can the meaning of this be? you would not have me
believe you love me; and yet how otherwise to understand you I vow to
gad I cannot comprehend.
_Const_. I did not say I loved you; but if I should take a fancy
to your person and humour, I hope it is no crime to tell it you.
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