_Const_. A good estate, that makes every thing handsome: Nothing can look well without it. _Lov_. Does this jewel express poverty? _Const_. I conjure you by your love to me, tell me one truth not minced by your invention, how came you by this jewel? _Lov_. 'Tis well I have a voucher. Pray ask your own jeweller, Setstone, if I did not buy it of him. _Const_. How glad you are now, you can tell a truth so near a lie. But where had you the money, that purchased it? Come--without circumstances and preambles-- _Lov_. Umph--Perhaps, that may be a secret. _Const_. Say, it be one; yet he, that loved indeed, could not keep it from his mistress. _Lov_. Why should you be thus importunate? _Const_. Because I cannot think you love me, if you will not trust that to my knowledge, which you conceal from all the world beside. _Lov_. You urge me deeply-- _Const_. Come, sweet servant, you shall tell me; I am resolved to take no denial. Why do you sigh? _Lov_. If I be blasted, it must out. _Const_. Either tell me, or resolve to take your leave for ever. _Lov_. Then know, I have my means,--I know not how. _Const_. This is a fine secret. _Lov_. Why, then, if you will needs know, 'tis from the devil; I have money from him, what, and when I please. _Const_. Have you sealed a covenant, and given away your soul for money? _Lov_. No such thing intended on my part. _Const_. How then? _Lov_. I know not yet what conditions he'll propose. I should have spoke with him last night, but that a cross chance hindered it. _Const_. Well, my opinion is, some great lady, that is in love with you, supplies you still; and you tell me an incredible tale of the devil, merely to shadow your infidelity. _Lov_. Devise some means to try me. _Const_. I take you at your word. You shall swear freely to bestow on me whatever you shall gain this unknown way; and, for a proof, because you tell me you can have money, what, and when you please, bring me a hundred pounds ere night.--If I do marry him for a wit, I'll see what he can do; he shall have none from me. [_Aside_. _Lov_. You overjoy me, madam; you shall have it, an 'twere twice as much. _Const_. How's this? _Lov_. The devil a cross that I have, or know where to get; but I must promise well, to save my credit.--Now, devil, if thou dost forsake me! [_Aside_. _Const_. I mistrust you; and, therefore, if you fail, I'll have your hand to show against you; here's ink and paper. [LOVEBY _writes_. _Enter_ BURR, _and_ TIMOROUS. _Burr_. What makes Loveby yonder? He's writing somewhat. _Tim_. I'll go see. [_Looks over him_. _Lov_. Have you no more manners than to overlook a man when he's a writing?--Oh! is't you, Sir Timorous? You may stand still; now I think on't, you cannot read written hand. _Burr_. You are very familiar with Sir Timorous. _Lov_. So am I with his companions, sir. _Burr_. Then there's hopes you and I may be better acquainted. I am one of his companions. _Lov_. By what title? as you are an ass, sir?