_Isa_. 'Tis but a promise; and I have learnt a court trick for performing any thing [_Aside_]. Well, gentlemen, when I am married I'll think upon you; you'll grant there's a necessity I should cuckold him, if it were but to prove myself a wit. _Fail_. Nay, there's no doubt you'll cuckold him, and all that; for look you, he's a person fit for nothing else; but I fear we shall not have the graffing of the horns; we must have livery and seisin beforehand of you, or I protest to gad we believe you not. _Isa_. I have past my word; is't not sufficient? What! do you think I would tell a lie to save such a paltry thing as a night's lodging?--Hark you, sir. [To BURR. _Fail_. Now will she attempt Burr; egad, she has found him out for the weaker vessel. _Isa_. I have no kindness for that Failer; we'll strike him out, and manage Sir Timorous ourselves. _Burr_. Indeed we won't. _Isa_. Failer's a rook; and, besides, he's such a debauched fellow-- _Burr_. I am ten times worse. _Isa_. Leave it, and him that taught it you: You have virtuous inclinations, and I would not have you ruin yourself. He, that serves many mistresses, surfeits on his diet, and grows dead to the whole sex: 'Tis the folly in the world next long ears and braying. _Burr_. Now I'm sure you have a mind to me; when a woman once falls a preaching, the next thing is ever use and application. _Isa_. Forbear your rudeness!-- _Burr_. Then I am sure you mean to jilt me: You decline Failer, because he has wit; and you think me such an ass, that you may pack me off so soon as you are married; no, no, I'll not venture certainties for uncertainties. _Isa_. I can hold no longer;--Mr Failer, what do you think this fellow was saying of you? _Fail_. Of me, madam? _Isa_. That you were one of the arrantest cowards in Christendom, though you went for one of the Dear Hearts; that your name had been upon more posts than playbills; and that he had been acquainted with you these seven years, drunk and sober, and yet could never fasten a quarrel upon you. _Burr_. Do you believe this, dear heart? _Isa_. If you deny it, I'll take his sword, and force you to confess it. _Fail_. I vow to gad; this will not do, madam: You shall not set us at variance so easily; neither shall you have Sir Timorous. _Isa_. No! then mark my words: I'll marry him in spite of you; and, which is worse, you shall both work my ends, and I'll discard you for your pains. _Fail_. You shall not touch a bit of him: I'll preserve his humbles from you, egad; they shall be his keeper's fees[A]. [Footnote A: The keeper of a royal forest had for his fees the skin, head, umbles (_i.e._ inwards), chine, and shoulders. HOLINSHED'S _Chronicle_, vol. i. p. 104.] _Burr_. She shall cut an atom sooner than divide us. [_Exeunt_ BURR _and_ FAILER. _Enter_ CONSTANCE.