Euph. Only this: Put your self into an Equipage very ridiculous, and pretend you are my foolish Lover arriv’d from _Flanders_, call your self _Haunce van Ezel_, and give my Father these, as for the rest I’ll trust your Wit. Alon. What shall I say or do now? [Aside. Euph. Come, come, no study, Sir; this must be done, And quickly too, or you will lose me. Alon. Two great Evils! if I had but the Grace to chuse the least now, that is, lose her. [Aside. 249 Euph. I’ll give you but to night to consider it. Alon. Short warning this: but I am damnably in love, and cannot withstand Temptation. [Kisses her Hand. Euph. I had forgot to tell you my Name’s _Euphemia_, my Father’s you’ll find on the Letters, and pray show your Love in your haste. Farewel. Alon. Stay, fair _Euphemia_, and let me pay my Thanks, and tell you that I must obey you. Euph. I give a Credit where I give a Heart. Go inquire my Birth and Fortune: as for you, I am content with what I see about you. Alon. That’s bravely said, nor will I ask one Question about you, not only to return the Bounty, but to avoid all things that look like the Approaches to a married Life. If Fortune will put us together, let her e’en provide for us. Euph. I must be gone: Farewel, and pray make haste. [Looks kindly on him. Alon. There’s no resisting those Looks, _Euphemia_: One more to fortify me well; for I shall have need of every Aid in this Case. [Look at one another and go. Scene III. A Street. Enter _Antonio_ in haste with _Hippolyta_; weeping as passing over the Stage. Ant. Come, let us haste, I fear we are pursu’d. Hip. Ah, whither shall we fly? Ant. We are near the Gate, and must secure our selves with the Darkness of the Night in _St. Peter’s_ Grove, we dare not venture into any House. [Exeunt. Enter _Clarinda_ and _Dormida_ above in the Balcony. Clar. Can’st thou not see him yet? Dorm. Good lack a-day, what an impatient thing is a young Girl in love! Clar. Nay, good _Dormida_, let not want of Sleep make thee testy. 250 Dorm. In good time—are you my Governess, or I yours, that you are giving me Instructions? Go get you in, or I shall lay down my Office. Clar. Nay, wait a little longer, I’m sure he will come. Dorm. You sure! you have wondrous Skill indeed in the Humours of Men: how came you to be so well acquainted with them? you scarce ever saw any but Don _Marcel_, and him too but thro a Grate or Window, or at Church; and yet you are sure. I am a little the elder of the two, and have manag’d as many Intrigues of this kind as any Woman, and never found a constant just Man, as they say, of a thousand; and yet you are sure. Clar. Why, is it possible _Marcel_ should be false? Dorm. _Marcel!_ No, no, Sweet-heart, he is that Man of a thousand. Clar. But if he should, you have undone me, by telling me so many pretty things of him. Dorm. Still you question my Ability, which by no means I can indure; get you in I say. Clar. Do not speak so loud, you will wake my Mother.