_Const_. It seems you went post, servant: in troth you are a rank rider, to go to the north of Scotland, stay and take possession, and return again, in ten days time. _Isa_. I never knew your grandmother was a Scotch woman: Is she not a Tartar too? Pray whistle for her, and let's see her dance; come--whist, grannee! _Const_. Fie, fie, servant; what, no invention in you? all this while a-studying for a name of your manor? come, come, where lies it? tell me. _Lov_. No, faith, I am wiser than so; I'll discover my seat to no man; so I shall have some damned lawyer keep a prying into my title, to defeat me of it. _Const_. How then shall I be satisfied, there is such a thing in nature? _Lov_. Tell me what jewel you would wear, and you shall have it: Enquire into my money, there's the trial. _Const_. Since you are so flush, sir, you shall give me a locket of diamonds, of three hundred pounds. _Isa_. That was too severe; you know he has but two hundred and fifty pounds to bestow. [_To her. Lov_. Well, you shall have it, madam: But I cannot higgle; I know you'll say it did not cost above two hundred pieces. _Isa_. I'll be hanged if he does not present you with a parcel of melted flints set in gold, or Norfolk pebbles. _Lov_. Little gentlewoman, you are so keen--Madam, this night I have appointed business, to-morrow I'll wait upon you with it. [_Exit_ LOVEBY. _Isa_. By that time he has bought his locket, and paid his landlady, all his money will be gone. But do you mean to prosecute your plot to see him this evening? _Const_. Yes, and that very privately; if my father know it, I am undone. _Enter_ SETSTONE. _Isa_. I heard him say, this night he had appointed business. _Set_. Why, that was it, madam; according to your order, I put on a disguise, and found him in the Temple-walks: Having drawn him aside, I told him, if he expected happiness, he must meet me in a blind alley, I nam'd to him, on the back side of Mr Trice's house, just at the close of evening; there he should be satisfied from whom he had his supplies of money. _Const_. And how did he receive the summons? _Set_. Like a bold Hector of Troy; without the least doubt or scruple: But, the jest on't was, he would needs believe that I was the devil. _Const_. Sure he was afraid to come then? _Set_. Quite contrary; he told me I need not be so shy, to acknowledge myself to him; he knew I was the devil; but he had learnt so much civility, as not to press his friend to a farther discovery than he was pleased. I should see I had to do with a gentleman; and any courtesy I should confer on him, he would not be unthankful; for he hated ingratitude of all things. _Const_. 'Twas well carried not to disabuse him: I laugh to think what sport I shall have anon, when I convince him of his lies, and let him know I was the devil, to whom he was beholden for his money: Go, Setstone; and in the same disguise be ready for him. [_Exit_ SETSTONE. _Isa_. How dare you trust this fellow?