Women
are tied to hard unequal laws: The passion is the same in us, and
yet we are debarred the freedom to express it. You make poor Grecian
beggars of us ladies; our desires must have no language, but only be
fastened to our breasts.
_Fail_. Come, come; egad I know the whole sex of you: Your love's
at best but a kind: of blind-man's-buff, catching at him that's next
in your way.
_Const_. Well, sir, I can take nothing ill from you; when 'tis
too late you'll see how unjust you have been to me. I have said too
much already.--[_Is going_.
_Fail_. Nay stay, sweet madam! I vow to gad my fortune's better
than I could imagine.
_Const_. No, pray let me go, sir; perhaps I was in jest.
_Fail_. Really, madam, I look upon you as a person of such worth,
and all that, that I vow to gad I honour you of all persons in the
world; and though I am a person that am inconsiderable in the world,
and all that, madam, for a person of your worth and excellency I
would--
_Const_. What would you, sir?
_Fail_. Sacrifice my life and fortunes, I vow to gad, madam.
_Enter_ ISABELLA, BURR, _and_ TIMOROUS, _at a distance
from them_.
_Isa_. There's Failer close in talk with my cousin; he's
soliciting your suit, I warrant you, Sir Timorous: Do but observe with
what passion he courts for you.
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