_Fail_. I vow to gad, this is extreme injustice.--Was it not my
invention?
_Burr_. Why, dost thou think thou art worthy to make use of thy
own invention?--Speak another word, d'ye see!--Come, help me quickly
to strip Sir Timorous; his coat may conduce to the deceit.--Sir
Timorous, by your leave. [_Fatts on him_.
_Tim_. O, Lord! what's the matter?--Murder? murder!
_Burr_. D'ye open? I have something in my pocket that will serve
for a gag, now I think on't.
[_Gags, and binds him_.
So, lie there, knight. Come, sir, and help to make me Sir Timorous;
and, when I am married, remember to increase your manners with my
fortune.--Yet we'll always drink together. [_Exeunt_.
ACT V. SCENE I.
_Enter_ CONSTANCE, ISABELLA, _and_ NONSUCH.
_Const_. This is just the knight's hour; and lovers seldom come
after their time.
_Non_. Good night, daughter; I'll to bed, and give you joy
to-morrow morning. [_Exit_.
_Isa_. I'm glad he's gone: What, your train takes?
_Const_. Yes, yes; Loveby will come: Setstone has been with him
in disguise; and promised him golden mountains, if he will not be
wanting to his own fortune.
_Isa_. Is your habit provided too?
_Const_. All is ready.
_Isa_. Away then; for this is the place where we must part like
knights errant, that take several paths to their adventures.
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