_Isa_. Thou boy!
_Non_. What shall I do in this case? My comfort is, my gold's all
marked.
_Const_. Will you suspect a gentleman of Loveby's worth, upon the
bare report of such a rascal as this Failer?
_Non_. Hold thy tongue, I charge thee; upon my blessing hold thy
tongue. I'll have him apprehended before he sleeps; come along with
me, Mr Failer.
_Fail_. Burr, look well to Sir Timorous; I'll be with you
instantly.
_Const_. I'll watch you by your favour. [_Aside.
[Exeunt_ NONSUCH _and_ FAILER, CONSTANCE _following them_.
_Isa_. A word, Sir Timorous.
_Burr_. [Gets _behind_.] She shall have a course at the
knight, and come up to him, but when she is just ready to pinch, he
shall give such a loose from her, shall break her heart.
_Isa_. Burr there still, and watching us? There's certainly some
plot in this, but I'll turn it to my own advantage. [_Aside_.
_Tim. Did you mark Burr's retirement, madam?
_Isa_ Ay; his guilt, it seems, makes him shun your company.
_Tim_. In what can he be guilty?
_Isa_. You must needs know it; he courts your mistress.
_Tim_. Is he, too, in love with my lady Constance?
_Isa_. No, no: but, which is worse, he courts me.
_Tim_. Why, what have I to do with you? You know I care not this
for you.
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