--If I do marry him for
a wit, I'll see what he can do; he shall have none from me.
[_Aside_.
_Lov_. You overjoy me, madam; you shall have it, an 'twere twice
as much.
_Const_. How's this?
_Lov_. The devil a cross that I have, or know where to get; but
I must promise well, to save my credit.--Now, devil, if thou dost
forsake me!
[_Aside_.
_Const_. I mistrust you; and, therefore, if you fail, I'll
have your hand to show against you; here's ink and paper. [LOVEBY
_writes_.
_Enter_ BURR, _and_ TIMOROUS.
_Burr_. What makes Loveby yonder? He's writing somewhat.
_Tim_. I'll go see. [_Looks over him_.
_Lov_. Have you no more manners than to overlook a man when he's
a writing?--Oh! is't you, Sir Timorous? You may stand still; now I
think on't, you cannot read written hand.
_Burr_. You are very familiar with Sir Timorous.
_Lov_. So am I with his companions, sir.
_Burr_. Then there's hopes you and I may be better acquainted. I
am one of his companions.
_Lov_. By what title? as you are an ass, sir?
_Const_. No more, Loveby.
_Lov_. I need not, madam. Alas! this fellow is only the solicitor
of a quarrel, 'till he has brought it to an head; and will leave the
fighting part to the courteous pledger. Do not I know these fellows?
You shall as soon persuade a mastiff to fasten on a lion, as one of
those to engage with a courage above their own: They know well enough
whom they can beat, and who can beat them.
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