_Burr_. I do not like that kneading of her hand though.
_Isa_. Come, you are such a jealous coxcomb: I warrant you
suspect there's some amour between 'em; there can be nothing in't, it
is so open: Pray observe.
_Burr_. But how come you so officious, madam? you, that ere now
had a design upon Sir Timorous for yourself?
_Isa_. I thought you had a better opinion of my wit, than to
think I was in earnest. My cousin may do what she pleases, but he
shall never pin himself upon me, assure him.
_Const_. to _Fail_. Sir Timorous little knows how dangerous
a person he has employed in making love.--[Aloud.
_Burr_. How's this! Pray, my lady Constance, what's the meaning
of that you say to Failer?
_Fail_. What luck was this, that he should overhear you! Pax
on't!
_Const_. Mr Burr, I owe you not that satisfaction; what you have
heard you may interpret as you please.
_Tim_. The rascal has betrayed me.
_Isa_. In earnest, sir, I do not like it.
_Fail_. Dear Mr Burr, be pacified; you are a person I have an
honour for; and this change of affairs shall not be the worse for you,
egad, sir.
_Const_. Bear up resolutely, Mr Failer; and maintain my favours,
as becomes my servant.
_Burr_. He maintain 'em! go, you Judas; I'll teach you what 'tis
to play fast and loose with a man of war.
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