Volume Iii Part 7 (1/2)

_Sharp_. Hold, Sir, hold.

_Sham_. Enough, enough, we are satisfy'd.

Sir _Tim_. So am not I, ye mangy Mungrels, till I have kickt Courage and Reputation out of ye.

_Sham_. Hold there, Sir, 'tis enough, we are satisfy'd, that you have Courage.

Sir _Tim_. Oh, are you so? then it seems I was not to be believ'd--I told you I had Courage when I was angry.

_Sham_. Ay, Sir, we have prov'd it, and will now swear it.--But we had an Inclination to try, Sir.

Sir _Tim_. And all you did, was but to try my Courage, hah!

_Sharp_. On our Honours, nothing else, Sir _Timothy_.

Sir _Tim_. Though I know ye to be cursed cowardly lying Rogues, yet because I have use of ye, I must forgive ye.--Here, kiss my Hand, and be forgiven.

_Sham_. 'Tis an Honour we are proud of, Sir.

Sir _Tim_. Oh, is it so, Rascallians? then I hope I am to see the Lady without Indentures.

_Sharp_. Oh Lord, Sir, any thing we can serve you in.

_Sham_. And I have brib'd her Maid to bring her this Morning into the _Mall_.

Sir _Tim_. Well, let's about it then; for I am for no fighting to day--D'ye hear, Boy--Let the Coach be got ready whilst I get my self drest.

_Boy_. The Coach, Sir! Why, you know Mr. _Shatter_ has p.a.w.n'd the Horses.

Sir _Tim_. I had forgot it--A pox on't, this 'tis to have a Partner in A Coach; by Fortune, I must marry and set up a whole one.

[Exeunt.

SCENE IV. Lord Plotwell's House.

Enter Charles Bellmour, and Trusty.

_Trusty_. Mr. _Charles_, your Brother, my young Master _Bellmour_, is come.

_Char_. I'm glad on't; my Uncle began to be impatient that he came not, you saying you left him but a day's Journey behind you yesterday. My Uncle has something of importance to say to him, I fancy it may be about A Marriage between him and my Lady _Diana_--such a Whisper I heard--

_Trusty_. Ay, marry, Sir, that were a Match indeed, she being your Uncle's only Heir.

_Char_. Ay, but they are Sisters Children, and too near a-kin to be happy.

_Trusty_. 'Twere pity my young Master shou'd be unhappy in a Wife; for he is the sweetest-natur'd Gentleman--But one Comfort is, Mr. _Charles_, you, and your Sister Mrs. _Phillis_, will have your Portions a.s.sign'd you if he marry.

_Char_. Yes, that he can't deny us the very Day after his Marriage.