_Isab._ Let this Posture move your tender Nature. (_Kneels._ For ever will I hang upon these Knees; Nor loose my Hands till you cut off my hold, If you refuse to hear me, Sir. _Char._ Oh! that I cou'd discover my self to her. (_Aside_ Sir _Geo._ Have a care what you do. You had better trust to his Obstinacy. (_Aside_ Sir _Jeal._ Did you ever see such a perverse Slut: Off I say Mr. _Meanwell_ pray help me a little. Sir _Geo._ Rise, Madam, and do not disoblige your Father, who has provided a Husband worthy of you, one that will Love you equal with his Soul, and one that you will Love, when once you know him. _Isab._ Oh! never, never. Cou'd I suspect that Falshood in my Heart, I wou'd this Moment tear it from my Breast, and streight present him with the Treacherous Part. _Char._ Oh! my charming faithful Dear. (_Aside._ Sir _Jeal._ Falshood! why, who the Devil are you in Love with? Ha! Don't provoke me, for by St. _Jago_ I shall beat you, Housewife. _Char._ Heaven forbid; for I shall infallibly discover my self if he should. (_Aside._ Sir _Geo._ Have Patience, Madam! and look at him: Why will you prepossess your self against a Man that is Master of all the Charms you would desire in a Husband? Sir _Jeal._ Ay, look at him, _Isabinda_, _Senior pase vind adelante._ _Char._ My Heart bleeds to see her grieve, whom I imagin'd would with Joy receive me. _Seniora obligue me vuestra merced de sumano._ Sir _Jeal._ (_Pulling up her Head._) Hold up your Head, hold up your Head, Housewife, and look at him: Is there a properer, handsomer, better shap'd Fellow in _England_, ye Jade you. Ha! see, see the obstinate Baggage shuts her Eyes; by St. _Jago_, I have a good Mind to beat 'em out. (_Pushes her down._ _Isab._ Do then, Sir, kill me, kill me instantly. 'Tis much the kinder Action of the Two, For 'twill be worse than Death to wed him. Sir _Geo._ Sir _Jealous_, you are too passionate. Give me leave, I'll try by gentle Words to work her to your Purpose. Sir _Jeal._ I pray do, Mr. _Meanwell_, I pray do; she'll break my Heart. (_weeps_) There is in that, Jewels of the Value of 3000 _l._ which were her Mother's; and a Paper wherein I have settled one half of my Estate upon her now, and the whole when I dye. But provided she marries this Gentleman, else by St. _Jago_, I'll turn her out of Doors to beg or starve. Tell her this, Mr. _Meanwell_, pray do. (_Walks off._ Sir _Geo._ Ha! this is beyond Expectation--Trust to me, Sir, I'll lay the dangerous Consequence of disobeying you at this Juncture before her, I warrant you. _Char._ A sudden Joy runs thro' my Heart like a propitious Omen. (_Aside._ Sir _Geo._ Come, Madam, do not blindly cast your Life away just in the Moment you would wish to have it.