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SCENE V.

Graspall.
Now Daughter, tell me, do you like the Squire?
Speak from your Heart, I the plain Truth require.

Clarinda.
To speak plain Truth, without the least Disguise;
Of all the Wretches, him I most despise.

Graspall.
Well, I agree you ne'er shall Glitter wed;
But let me name the Partner of your Bed.
A certain wealthy Knight from London came,
For even London hears your Beauty's Fame:
Will you to take this Choice of mine agree?
Leander is no Husband, Child, for me.

Servant,
within.
Sir Humphrey Wealthy waits, Sir, at your Gate.

Graspall.
The very Man: Admit Sir Humphrey straight.
Here, here's the Man shall make you truly bless'd.