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ACT. III.

Warwell, Bumble, Saylors.
Bumble.
Vellecome, vellecome en shore mine Here, veele haben a Geloffe now.
Houndsfoot, run for 20 dozen of Cans.

Warwell.
Captaine, you are free, and noble, yet I wish
You would forbear this Ceremony, my occasions
Command me some where else, and with much speed too.

Bumble.
Teen towsand Divels on business, part with drow lips after our boon
Voyods. Ick been noe here Capitaine Bumble, but Shellum Bumble,
If I give not mine Here his gelloffe; Here on de Rey. So, so: ha wetht you.
Enter Saylors with Cans.
Mine Here.

Warwel.
I thank you Captaine, though, it be out of fashion
To drink thus openly, I will not contend,
Nor break your custome.

Enter Seawit, and Sir Furious Inland.
Bumble.
Up be de maniere van Hollandt mine Here.

Furious.
Dear Tutor stay, here's a rare sight I'Faith;
These are madd Blades, Drink i'the Streets O rare!

Seawit.
Thou Child of wrath, observe me, think on what
Adventure thou art bound, I must present thee
In thy full trimme to a brave Amazone;
A Lady that loves Bilbo men, and such
As on their warlike thighs (like thee my Charge)
Wear their old Grandsires fox. Thou art deriv'd
From mighty Heroes. I have heard thy Father,
When Sword and Buckler was in reputation,
Inviron'd with his basket hilts, and blew Cotes,
Hath stood in the head of his Troopes, and fought Pitch'd Battels in Smithfield, without Blood.

Furious.
I, that was an Age!
Would I had liv'd in't: now the Surgeons mourne
For want of work. Good Tutor stay.

Seawit.
Thy reason?

Furious.
Why they drink hard, and if the Liquor work
We may have a quarrel. I would breathe my self;
I am grown exceeding testy; I have not us'd
Mine Armes these two houres. Stay but three Minutes Tutor,
Their colour rises.

Warwell.
I can stay no longer,
One parting health if you please.

Bumble.
Let it come, let it come!

Warwel.
To the Kings health.

Furious.
A brave Fellow I warrant him,
And a true Subject. I love him heartily;
What's he that is to be his pledge?

Seawit.
A Dutch-man,
I guess by his habit.

Furious.
How! A Butter-box?
He pledge the Kings health, being an Alien
Before his naturall Subjects, on our allegiance
We must not suffer it, by your leave Flounderkin,
Or without your leave, I care not which. Doe not grumble?
By the Sword of St. George,
I'le make him eate up mine, that drinks this health
Before my Tutor, he hath Commission for it,
And I'le give way to him.

Seawit.
Prethee be quiet.

Furious.
Off with it then, 'tis Treason to deny it;
And I were a Traytor if I should conceale it.

Seawit.
To thee my Charge then.

Furious.
Ho, we have the Van,
Come you Hans in the rere.

Bumble.
All veale, all veale.

Furious.
Leave not a drop.

Warwell.
This is strange rudeness.

Seawit.
True,
But who can help it, as you affect your quiet
Cross him not in't, for beside blows, there is nothing
To be got from him.

Warwel.
I am better temper'd, Sir,
Then to quarrel o're a Can.

Seawit.
I hope so too,

Bumble.
Ick haben done right Younker.

Furious.
Ha younker?
Tutor, What's that, a word of disgrace?

Seawit.
No Pupil,
It signifies a brave Gentleman.

Furious.
On with your health then.

Bumble.
Tot mine heres de States van de Provinces.

Furious.
How,
Second the Kings health with remembrance of
Mine Aeres de States,

Seawit.
Hold Charge.

[Breaks the Can o're his head.
Furious.
A very hodg bodg
Of gorbelly'd Burghers, heres an affront! unhand me,
I'le beat a Ferkin of Butter out of his sides,
Nay, let e'm come on. Have we no Queen? nor Prince,
To Sacrifice too, but that you must ball out
Mine Heres de States.

Bumble.
Ick sall meet you at Sea for dis.

Furious.
I'le beate thee there too.

Warwell.
Doe your best to keep him off,
I'le quiet these.

Seawit.
Thou hast shewne thy self a Rosidere, but preserve
Thy fierie mettal, and remember thou art
To fight a Ladies battels.

Furious.
This by the way
Does no hurt I hope.

Warwell.
This for my passage: this
To cure your bruises, every one hath got something, there's Balme for you, and you.

Bumble.
All too much mine Here.

Warwell.
If I am prodigall, I have some ends in't, be not too modest, take it.

Furious.
'Tis the King's Coyne, it is against the Law
To have it transported, I'le not suffer it,
Let 'em keep their double blanks, their Doits and Stivers.
These Carrot-eating Dutch have filch'd already
Most of the Bulloigne out of the Land; they exhause our Gold,
And send us Pickled Herrings. Down with it Mungrel.

Seawit.
VVhat vers'd in State-points too?
I honour thee.
But on my love forbear now. Let not zeale
Too farr transport thee. Clear thy stormy looks,
Thou art to visit Ladies.

Furious.
And fight for 'em.

Seawit.
Thou shalt, and do it bravely.

[Exeunt Seawit and Furious.
Warwel.
Farewell Captain.
I am sorry for this disaster.
[Exit Warwell.

Bumble.
Adieu mine Here.
Ick sall meet him at Sea, and den he ducks for't.

[Exeunt.
Enter Carrack, Porter.
Carrack.
I like thy disguise.

Porter.
I wonder at your Worships,
Heav'n bless the mark, you look in this light habit
Like one of the Suburb-Sinners, I may pass too
For your officious Squire.

Carrack.
Sirrrah, leave prating,
And doe what I command. I would appeare
The very thing thou speak'st of. Thou art acquainted
With those common creatures, and canst teach me how
To imitate their behaviour, How do I walk?

Porter.
You have their pace already, but you must carry
Your Gown a little higher, your Silk Stocking,
Your dainty Leg, and foot, will not be seen else.
You must sometimes take occasion to command me
To tie or untie your Shoe, or blow your Roses,
And as I kneel to do my office, strike me,
And cry, you dog you hurt me. This I assure you.
Your Sattin Gamesters practice.

Carrack.
Easily learn'd,
Am I not an apt Scholler.

[Gives him a Box of the Eare.
Porter.
I'm sure your Tutor smarts for't.

Carrack.
I lose time. This is your house?

Porter.
A simple one.
But 'twill serve the turn: my Wife has trickt it up,
And waites for your Worship.

Carrack.
'Tis well, leave me here,
And having found Cable, do as this directs you

[Exeunt.
Topsaile, Trifle (drunk) Musitians.
Topsaile.
SONG.

Enter Loveright and Jointure.
Loveright.
I told you 'twas no common voice. Good morrow,
You are an early Lark.

Topsaile.
I wish my voice
Were worthy of your Ladiships Eares I should
Have chosen some sad note to plead a pardon
For my late breach of Manners in your presence,
But studying your Mirth, I thought this apter
To call you from your rest, The angry powers
Are pleas'd with humane Sacrifice, but Ladies
Of your soft temper will I hope accept
Of my submission.

Loveright.
This acknowledgment
VVould expiate a greater crime; who's this?

Jointure.
Your reverend Uncle!

Topsaile.
Hurt a little Madam,
In a Sea-Entertainment.

Jointure.
He begins
[Trifle stretching himself.
To wake already.

Loveright.
Too soone, I feare, and with
The danger of our Eares.

Trifle.
Heigh, ho, Where am I?
Cable me up, the shot plaies thick upon us;
I have fought enough for a Justice of peace and quorum.

Jointure.
How do you Sir?

Trifle.
As well as man can doe.
After so hot a Sea-fight, give me leave.

Loveright.
He will not out of that tone, or drunk or sober.

Trifle.
VVhat make you abroad? you'le say to cure my wounds,
I thank your care, for I am shot through, and through.
Touch me not, if you do, you are blown up;
I am all Gun-powder, and Bullet, Lady.
VVe have done the King such service.

Loveright.
VVhat, deare Uncle?

Trifle.
VVe have pepper'd the Holland Hulkes, I saw three of 'em
Through the smoke in the Gun-roome sink, while I bestride
The Canon, and caper'd. Goe get me pen and paper.
[Falls in his Chaire.
I'le write the courant my self, & have it Printed
By a Stationer of mine own, one that shall do it
In spight of the Statute, for—

(Nods & sleeps.
Loveright.
He's fast again.
Captain, you wounded him, & 'twill shew nobly
In you to cure him.

Topsaile.
Leave him to my care
I'le see him safe, then waite you.

[Exit Topsaile with Trifle.
Loveright.
At your pleasure.

Enter Seawit, Inland.
Jointure.
Here are other visitants.

Loveright.
And those I look for.

To them, Enter Seawit, Inland.
Seawit.
That you may see I'm loyall to your Ladiship,
And fit to be believ'd, I here present
The Gentleman, whom late my promise did
Assure, a servant to your wit, and beauty.

Loveright.
Sir Furious Inland, or my aime deceives me.

Seawit.
You give him both his Name and Title Lady.
He will deserve the honour to kiss your Ladiships hand.
[He brings him to salute the Ladies.
Why how now Charge? stark dumb, you have no more
Compliment then a Fish. Goe speak to her.

Inland.
You'l give me leave to rubb my Elbow first,
In signe that I am taken! All Staffordshire
Cannot shew her fellow.

Seawit.
Come your address, an old Haberdasher
Hath as much courtship! Doe but speak to her!

Inland.
Madam, Have you any quarrels?

Loveright.
Sir, I
Deserve not any, for I doe no wrong.

Inland.
Right or wrong, that's not the business. If you
Have none, dispatch and make some, as many
As you please too: I'le fight 'em over and over.

Loveright.
I'm sorry Sir, my patience, and my quietness,
Is such, I cannot furnish you; 'tis pitty
You should want employment.

Inland.
Lady, Have you any quarrels?

Jointure.
None Sir, but with my glass, when it doth render
My face less handsome then it is.

Inland.
Captain, VVould thou wouldst call for VVine, and get
These Ladies to drink hard.

Seawit.
To what purpose?

Inland.
Perhaps they'r given to quarrel in their Wine,
It matters not with whom; or why, so I
May fight for'em.

Seawit.
'Las, that affords small hope.
Sure Charge thou dost not use to pray, for else
Thou couldst not be thus destitute of place,
And fit occasion for a quarrel.

Loveright.
Sir, I had thought, you kept your anger charg'd
Against the Kings Enemies, not ours; and that
You left your Land, your Bugle-horne, and Lute,
In search of them. And though y'are windbound here,
A faire gale may shortly come, and bring you where
You may imploy your Sword, till your wrist ake;
Preserve your self till then.

Inland.
That will be no thanks to your Ladiship.
I'de faine see you in the meane time, so well
Natur'd, to beget so much of a quarrell,
As may but hinder me from being idle.
And now I think on't: if you have a little Dogge
That's quarrelsome, let him bite my Captain
By the shinn, and I'le defend the manner
And the cause.

Loveright.
This is such a Dagonet.
As out-does your character! Captain, believ't,
You did deliver him with a faint breath.
Story and Travaile cannot find his Fellow

Jointure.
You should look to his diet, I'm afraid
He feeds on Gunpowder.

Seawit.
My dear Lady! let me beseech you both
To move a little distance by; and you
Shall see sport enough to prove him a Miracle.

Enter Cable, Topsaile:
Cable.
Hah! Topsaile here agen: he dances himself
Into her Company; I would there were
A good Chain'd-shot embracing your fine leggs;
But yet if they were cut off, he would sing still:
No way to spoile's voice, but to cut his throat.

[He beckens Topsaile.
Topsaile.
You see I am obedient, Sir, heave but your
Crooked finger thus, I'm at your beck.

Cable.
If thou beest an honest fellow, steale away,
And hang thy self; I would fain have thee dead.
But am loth to disturb the Company.

Topsaile.
'Tis a faire motion, if you would begin,
Considering too you can dispatch the business
Sooner with your weight, I'le stay till you have done.

Cable.
Now the Pox take thee, for th'ast no more kindness
Then a shav'd Serjeant has to a Templer.
But we shall meet in a fit place, and then
If your Sword can find the way to let a Soule out
Sooner then mine, sing on, you have the fortune.

Topsaile.
It is a poor blind Weapon Sir, but I
Shall make shift to lead it in a strait line—

Seawit.
Charge I foretell a storme! those Captaines there,
Mark but their looks, they swell, and breath into
Each others face, the fumes of direfull wrath.
Is't fit? In such a gentle presence too?

Inland.
Captain Topsaile! one short word in your eare,
And you may be thankfull 'tis not a blow.

Topsaile:
I am thankfull, Sir. This Monsieur will meet
At last, with some body mad as himself,
That knows not's humour, and then he is defunct.

Cable.
I hope a quarrel, 'tis a fiery Villager.
Bring me a Flie in September, and I'le
As soon take a Lease of his life as of
That Dragons.

Topsaile.
I pray your business.

Inland.
How dare you Sir appeare before this Lady,
That lately in her presence were so rude.

Topsaile.
Sir, I have ask't her pardon, and am reconcil'd.

Inland.
How! reconcil'd a quarrel without blood!

Topsaile.
You must consider, Sir, 'twas with a Lady.

Inland.
No reconcilement can be made with honour,
Till one or both have bled for it: Be the
Defendant Man, Woman or Child.

Topsaile.
These are new Sword-Cases, but I shall learne.

Inland.
If you will learne, you shall be taught; but I
Have heard there is a mortall difference 'tween
Cable and you! How chance y'are both alive?

Topsaile.
There's reason for it, Sir, W'have not fought yet.

Inland.
But Sir, How chance you have not fought?

Topsaile.
Why there you question me unto my wish:
I've had th'ambition to expect so much
Kind friendship from your self as may intreat
You Sir, deliver him a challenge from me.

Inland.
Where is the Paper? give it me. I'le do't.

Topsaile.
Your Chartells out of fashion, Sir, here is
My Glove, which if you'l but present him as
My Gage, and bid him name the time, and place;
You are my noble second, and my friend.

Inland.
Your Glove shall serve, he shall receive it though
'Twere Sheep-skin.

Cable.
Now for shelter! the storme draws near me too.

[Takes Cable aside.
Inland.
Topsaile my Friend defies you, there's his gage.

Cable.
Troth I am sorry that his choice could find
No other bearer then your self.

Inland.
You undervalue me, I'm fit to be
A second to as good a Man, if you,
Believe it not, put it to trial strait;
I'le fight with you first.

Cable.
You mistake my grief,
For you are he I had design'd my Second.
And now I'm destitute of one to bear,
My gage in Token I accept of his.

Inland.
Why Sir, I'le be your Second too, give me your Glove.

Cable.
Marry Sir, and shall! there, convey it to him.
If this Zuitz had but a two handed Sword,
He would depopulate the Island, leave none but
His Huntsman alive, the rest should be minc'd
For his Hounds.

[Inland beckens Topsaile aside.
Topsaile.
I protest Sir Furious, this noble favour
Hath ty'd me to you in everlasting bonds.
And how dear Sir, What sayes he?

Inland.
He doth accept your gage, and has return'd
You his by me, I am his Second.

Topsaile.
How Sir Furious: why! you are mine!

Inland.
Sir, I am any mans that will fight, and you
Had best agree both upon a Meeting,
And fall to't handsomely without satisfaction,
I'le have no satisfaction, 'tis a base word,
And fitter for the bottome of a Bond,
Then for a Souldiers mouth.

Topsaile.
'Fore me, a young Balthazar.

Seawit.
The very Ghost of Botevill
Met in an English skin; How do you like him Madam?

Loveright.
I dare not but like him.
And challenge me.

Jointure.
Beshrew me, the danger hath spoil'd the mirth:
Will they proceed?

Loveright.
Seawit, We may depend
I hope on your discretion, to preserve
Things safe, and keep the matter qualify'd.

Seawit.
You may presume so, Madam, or I'm sure
I shall deserve but little of your trust.
[Takes Inland aside.
Do'st thou hear Charge! if they should fight it out
After the French way, where the Seconds must
Encounter too; how will you find an opposite?

Inland.
I thank you for that question, Governor.
But now I think on't, you may chuse which side
You please, and we'll fight two to two!

Seawit.
I kiss your hand dear Charge, you do me honor!
But I'm a dull manager of these affairs,
You must give me a little time to consider!

Enter Nightingale.
Nightingale.
I was desir'd with special hast to give
Your Ladiship this Letter.

Loveright.
With so much hast! How is't subscrib'd within!

[Opens it and starts.
Inland.
Is't a Challenge (Madam) I'll be your Second.

Loveright.
It shall not need Sir; the Contents will ask
No answer that is hazardous.

Inland.
The Spirit's tame that sent it then; for Men
Of Mettal, never write but challenges.

Loveright.
Captain, I must intreat some privacy,
And truce among these Men of Wrath, and their
Bold Second for an hour. You'll procure it?

Seawit.
Your own command is full authority
To teach us how we shall obey!

[Exeunt Loveright, Nightingale.
Joynture.
When these Sir are dismiss'd, let me desire
(On some important cause) your company
I'th'Orchard walk.

Seawit.
I shall attend you Lady.
Lend me thine Ear Charge—Thou wilt do it; within
One hasty hour, I'll come, e'er you can pledge
Two Romekins of Wine! Farewel Charge.

[Exeunt, Seawit, Joynture.
Inland.
Gentlemen no words here, besides, it is
My Governors request I lead you both,
Where we may drink together, and appear,
Not like to things enrag'd with malice, but
Provok'd to battle by our honor; those
I take it were his words. He'll meet us strait.

Topsail.
Lead on the way; Sir, if our Legs hold out
We'll have the Hearts to follow.

Cable.
Were this skirmish but painted, it would sell
For that of the Centaures.

[Exeunt omnes.
Enter Loveright, Warwel, Nightingale.
Loveright.
Leave us to bid you welcome as a stranger.
[Exit Nightingale.
Custom commands.

[They salute.
Warwel.
And that I hope will bind you
To keep your promise Lady.

Loveright.
When I know
How the conditions are perform'd on your part,
You may hear further.

Warwel.
You enjoyn'd me, Madam,
As I prefer'd th'enjoying you before
My Lands, or dearer studies, to appear.
A Man possest of nothing but my hopes,
In being your Creature, to deserve your favor.

Loveright.
'Tis true, I did, not will I have my Husband
Borrow addition but from my self;
Nay, he must part with what he call'd his own,
If he would be the master of what's mine.

Warwel.
I have obey'd your will, and that you may
Receive me as the subject of your pleasure.
My Money's vanish'd; for, by your fair hand,
I have not one small piece of the Kings Coyn,
Nor care to get it. Now I shall not tempt you
Like an Alderman-Widower, with shewing you
The Thousand pound Bags in my Counter, Morgages,
Or Statutes of Poor Debtors, I have freed all,
And sold my Books too, to serve you, shall be
My onely study. If you search my Pockets
And find the Tale of Troy, or an Almanack there,
Or William Wisdoms Meeters, yet renounce me.
I have no Trunks of Cloaths, you see my Wardrobe.
And if you do not now
New Rig me, I have vow'd in this
To be extreamly lowsie, rather then,
I'll cross your humor.

Loveright.
This is a good Imprimis
Of your Obedience; but you have Lands yet,
And those may make you proud, and nourish hopes,
You may command me.

Warwel.
They shall be all employ'd
To pious uses, sell some part of them
And build an Hospital, I'll assure the rest
For the maintenance of Maim'd Soldiers, and that
It may appear 'twas not vain glory, or
Ambition in me, of an after name,
You shall be writ the Foundress. What would you more?

Loveright.
I would have you a Perfect Soldier, without that
The rest is nothing.

Warwel.
I come now from Sea,
And I have serv'd at Land, for how many years;
Would you have me Prentice to the Trade?

Loveright.
Till you turn a right and good one; 'tis not roaring.
Or fighting for my Glove, can make you such.
I would have you rise up to command an army,
By brave desert, not favor: In my Cabinet
I have the character of a true Soldier,
Writ with my Fathers hand; when you are such
As he describes him, I'll forbear to be
A Mistress, and acknowledge you my Master.
So once more welcome.

Warwel.
There is no resisting
Such strong temptations and sweet pay, I'll put on
What shape you please.

Loveright.
I'll chuse one shall not wrong you.

[Exit.
Enter Seawit, Joynture.
Seawit.
A little farther Lady, here's a shade
Secret and cool, where you may breathe your thoughts
With a safe voice, unless w'are Traytors to
Our selves: And look where a sweet Primrose Bed
Invites us (if you please) to lie down and talk.
The Flowers are innocent, and surely mean
No harm in the temptation.

Joynture.
I am not weary Sir, if you'll admit
My business in this posture, I'll deliver it.

Seawit.
A little nearer Lady! You have shown
(Believ't) an excellent courage already,
T'adventure that alone with one of my
Profession and desires.

Joynture.
Which I should hardly do,
Had not my observation mark'd you out
A man of fair demeanor, and civility.

Seawit.
Well, take your Sexes priviledge, your will,
And to your business. Come! your business Lady!

Joynture.
I would induce it with a question if
You'll give me leave.

Seawit.
My Ears are large, and open!

Joynture.
Sir, are you marry'd?

Seawit.
By this light she comes to jear me; Loveright
And she have lay'd their little heads
Together, and mean to make me their sport.

Joynture.
You promis'd a Reply! Are you marry'd?

Seawit.
No I'm a Maid.

Joynture.
I'm serious Sir, would you would be so too.

Seawit.
Well, I am not marry'd, on with your business.

Joynture.
My next demand will press (perhaps) nearer,
And boldly on the Secrets of your Brest.

Seawit.
I shall confess all.

Joynture.
Pray tell me (and with words intentive as
I purpose mine) how far the Lady Loveright, and
Your self, have mutually consented either
In hope, or promise: Part of this Secret
Is mine already; for I know she loves you.

Seawit.
I am jeer'd! 'tis now as evident as day!
I'll give her scope, and see what 'twill come to.

Joynture.
Will you not answer Sir?

Seawit.
I have promis'd her.

Joynture.
What Sir? Speak!

Seawit.
To come to Supper!
In sooth, that's all th'engagement between us.

Joynture.
'Tis very strange! One question more,
And then, you have leave to censure my manners.
Pray, what estate have you?

Seawit.
D'you take me for a Lawyer, or a Citizen.

Joynture.
For neither.

Seawit.
I know none in these times
Have or can get estates, but they! We Soldiers,
Accompt estates but transitory things
And can shew you text for it?

Joynture.
Have you none Sir?

Seawit.
Yes: Now I think on't,
After the death of an old Aunt, I have
The Tole of a Wharff near Rothorith, will
Yield me about Four Marks a year.

Joynture.
These are but narrow Blessings to Entail
Upon your Heirs Male. But now Sir, I hope
I shall a little comfort your long sufferings.
How much would you esteem your self oblig'd
Unto that Woman, should redeem you from
These wants, and danger of the War, and take
You to her lawful Bed, there furnish you
With sleep, and peaceful thoughts; but when you wake,
Shew you her Cabinets, and Chests, shining
With Jewels, and with Gold; that may maintain
These joys still fresh, and new?

Seawit.
Good, very good!
I was never jeer'd by a Smock before.

Joynture.
Are you struck dumb? What fair appliances
And love might such a Woman merit from
Your Tongue, and Heart?

Seawit.
First, I would fain know, where that Woman breathes
That can deserve a Man like me. Suppose
She be a Vergin, alass! Poor green things, what
Is she good for, why to steal Goosberries,
And eat young Apricocks in May, before
The Stones are hard. Or pick the Morter from
An aged Wall, and swallow it most greedily.

Joynture.
If mirth be all your wealth, Sir, it were good
You us'd it sparingly!

Seawit.
But for your wealth, 'tis no more then a Hermits,
Compar'd with a Soldiers hopes. Imagine now
The Wind stands fair, we hoyst up Sail, we meet
A Persian Juncks, or Turkish Carrick, board her,
Take her, and in her, force a Bashaw Prisoner,
That hath a Diamond in his Turband, weighs
(Let me see) about Six ounces!

Joynture.
Would the Bashaw
Were here Captain, though lodg'd in the Majors house.

Seawit.
I would you were among your smooth curl'd Suitors
That have little Beard, and less Brain, that have
Estates, and are fit to be jeer'd. You think
Y'are Mistress of a fine Wit, go, go home
And keep it warm.

Joynture.
Methinks y'are angry Sir.

Seawit.
Be sure you eat no Philberts, nor green Cheese,
They'll make you short winded, and so you'll lose
Your fine conceits, for want of words to utter 'em.

[Exit.
Joynture.
Well, I believe yet, the dainty Loveright,
And this subtle Seaman, enterchange
Kind opinions of each others heart:
I'll cross it if I can; it is a fellow
Of a strange spirit! Lord, how merry these
Soldiers are without Money! I would I had him
Safely made over by the Parish Priest.
'Tis here! Fitly contriv'd: Something I'll do,
T'appear still scornful, and yet make him woo.

[Exit.