_Non_. But my child's dishonour troubles me the most. If I could
but see her well married, before I underwent the labour and peril of
child-bearing!--What would you advise, niece?
_Isa_. That which I am very loth to do. Send for honest Jack
Loveby, and let him know the truth on't: He's a fellow without a
fortune, and will be glad to leap at the occasion.
_Non_. But why Loveby, of all the world? 'Tis but staying 'till
to-morrow, and then Sir Timorous will marry her.
_Const_. Uh!--I swell so fast, I cannot hide it 'till to-morrow.
_Isa_. Why, there's it now!
_Non_. I'll send for the old alderman, Getwell, immediately:
He'll father the devil's bastard, I warrant you.
_Isa_. Fie, uncle! my cousin's somewhat too good yet for an
alderman. If it were her third child, she might hearken to you.
_Non_. Well, since it must be so, Setstone, go you to Loveby;
make my excuse to him for the arrest, and let him know, what fortune
may attend him.
_Isa_. Mr Setstone, pray acquaint him with my cousin's affection
to him; and prepare him to father the cushion underneath her
petticoat.
[_Aside to_ SETSTONE. _Exit_.]
_Set_. I'll bring him immediately.
_Isa_. When he comes, uncle, pray cover your great belly with
your hat, that he may not see it.
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