Sir _Char_. There rest my Sword to all Eternity. [_Lays his Sword at her Feet_. L. _Gal_. Now I conjure ye both, by all your Honour, If you were e’er acquainted with that Virtue, To see my Face no more, Who durst dispute your Interest in me thus, As for a common Mistress, in your Drink. [_She goes out, and all but_ Wild. _Sir_ Anth. _and_ _Sir Char, who stands sadly looking after her_. Sir _Anth_. A Heavenly Girl!--Well, now she’s gone, by George, I am for disputing your Title to her by dint of Sword. Sir _Char_. I wo’not fight. _Wild_. Another time will decide it, Sir. [Wild, _goes out_. Sir _Anth_. After your whining Prologue, Sir, who the Devil would have expected such a Farce?--Come, _Charles_, take up thy sword, _Charles_; and d’ye hear forget me this Woman.-- Sir _Char_. Forget her, Sir! there never was a thing so excellent! Sir _Anth_. You lye, Sirrah, you lye, there’s a thousand As fair, as young, and kinder by this day. We’ll into th’ Country, _Charles_, where every Grove Affords us rustick Beauties, That know no Pride nor Painting, And that will take it and be thankful, _Charles_; Fine wholesom Girls that fall like ruddy Fruit, Fit for the gathering, _Charles_. Sir _Char_. Oh, Sir, I cannot relish the coarse Fare. But what’s all this, Sir, to my present Passion? Sir _Anth_. Passion, Sir! you shall have no Passion, Sir. Sir _Char_. No Passion, Sir! shall I have Life and Breath? Sir _Anth_. It may be not, Sirrah, if it be my will and pleasure. --Why how now! saucy Boys be their own Carvers? _Sir Char_. Sir, I am all Obedience. [Bowing and sighing. Sir _Anth_. Obedience! Was ever such a Blockhead! Why then, if I command it, you will not love this Woman? Sir _Char_. No, Sir. Sir _Anth_. No, Sir! But I say, Yes, Sir, love her me; and love her me like a Man too, or I’ll renounce ye, Sir. Sir _Char_. I’ve try’d all ways to win upon her Heart, Presented, writ, watcht, fought, pray’d, kneel’d, and wept. Sir _Anth_. Why, there’s it now; I thought so: kneel’d and wept! a Pox upon thee--I took thee for a prettier Fellow-- You shou’d have huft and bluster’d at her door, Been very impudent and saucy, Sir, Leud, ruffling, mad; courted at all hours and seasons; Let her not rest, nor eat, nor sleep, nor visit. Believe me, _Charles_, Women love Importunity. Watch her close, watch her like a Witch, Boy, Till she confess the Devil in her,--Love. Sir _Char_. I cannot, Sir, Her Eyes strike such an awe into my Soul-- Sir _Anth_. Strike such a Fiddle-stick.--Sirrah, I say, do’t; what, you can towse a Wench as handsomely--You can be leud enough upon occasion. I know not the Lady, nor her Fortune; but I’m resolv’d thou shalt have her, with practising a little Courtship of my Mode.--Come--Come, my Boy _Charles_, since thou must needs be doing, I’ll shew thee how to go a Widow-wooing. ACT II. SCENE I. _A Room_. _Enter_ Charlot, Foppington, _and_ Clacket.