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[_Exit_ ISABELLA.
_Enter_ LOVEBY.
_Lov_. Look you, madam, here's the jewel; do me the favour to
accept it, and suppose a very good compliment delivered with it.
_Const_. Believe me, a very fair jewel. But why will you be at
this needless charge? What acknowledgment do you expect? You know I
will not marry you.
_Lov_. How the devil do I know that? I do not conceive myself,
under correction, so inconsiderable a person.
_Const_. You'll alter your partial opinion, when I tell you, 'tis
not a flash of wit fires me, nor is it a gay out-side can seduce me to
matrimony.
_Lov_. I am neither fool, nor deformed, so much as to be
despicable. What do I want?
_Const_. A good estate, that makes every thing handsome: Nothing
can look well without it.
_Lov_. Does this jewel express poverty?
_Const_. I conjure you by your love to me, tell me one truth not
minced by your invention, how came you by this jewel?
_Lov_. 'Tis well I have a voucher. Pray ask your own jeweller,
Setstone, if I did not buy it of him.
_Const_. How glad you are now, you can tell a truth so near a
lie. But where had you the money, that purchased it? Come--without
circumstances and preambles--
_Lov_. Umph--Perhaps, that may be a secret.
_Const_. Say, it be one; yet he, that loved indeed, could not
keep it from his mistress.
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