_Const_. 'Tis time, for I hear somebody come along the alley;
without question 'tis Timorous. Farewell; the chaplain stays for me in
the chamber.
_Isa_. And I'll post after you to matrimony; I have laid a fresh
parson at the next stage, that shall carry me tantivy.
[_Exit_ CONSTANCE.
_Enter_ BURR _with_ TIMOROUS'S _coat on_.
_Burr_. My lady Constance!
_Isa_. The same: Sir Timorous?
_Burr_. The same.
_Isa_. Sir Timorous takes me for my cousin.
[_Aside_.
_Burr_. My lady Constance mistakes me for the knight.
[_Aside_.
_Isa_. Here, sir; through the dark walk: 'tis but a little way
about--He's my own beyond redemption--
[_Aside_.
_Burr_. The Indies are mine; and a handsome lady into the
bargain.
[_Excunt_.
_Enter_ FAILER, _dogging them, as they go off_.
_Fail_. He shall be hanged, ere he shall get her. Thus far I have
dogged them, and this way I am sure they must pass, ere they come to
the house. The rogue had got the old dog-trick of a statesman; to fish
things out of wiser heads than his own, and never so much as to take
notice of him that gave the counsel--
_Enter ISABELLA and BURR again_.
Now, if I can but give her the hint without his knowledge!--Madam--my
lady Constance!
_Isa_. What voice is that?
_Fail_.
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