_Non_. But my child's dishonour troubles me the most. If I could but see her well married, before I underwent the labour and peril of child-bearing!--What would you advise, niece? _Isa_. That which I am very loth to do. Send for honest Jack Loveby, and let him know the truth on't: He's a fellow without a fortune, and will be glad to leap at the occasion. _Non_. But why Loveby, of all the world? 'Tis but staying 'till to-morrow, and then Sir Timorous will marry her. _Const_. Uh!--I swell so fast, I cannot hide it 'till to-morrow. _Isa_. Why, there's it now! _Non_. I'll send for the old alderman, Getwell, immediately: He'll father the devil's bastard, I warrant you. _Isa_. Fie, uncle! my cousin's somewhat too good yet for an alderman. If it were her third child, she might hearken to you. _Non_. Well, since it must be so, Setstone, go you to Loveby; make my excuse to him for the arrest, and let him know, what fortune may attend him. _Isa_. Mr Setstone, pray acquaint him with my cousin's affection to him; and prepare him to father the cushion underneath her petticoat. [_Aside to_ SETSTONE. _Exit_.] _Set_. I'll bring him immediately. _Isa_. When he comes, uncle, pray cover your great belly with your hat, that he may not see it. _Non_. It goes against my heart to marry her to this Loveby; but, what must be, must be. _Enter_ LOVEBY. _Const_. O, Mr Loveby! The welcomest man alive! You met Setstone, I hope, that you came so opportunely? _Lov_. No, faith, madam; I came of my own accord. _Isa_. 'Tis unlucky; he's not prepared. _Lov_. Look you, madam, I have brought the hundred pounds; the devil was as punctual as three o' clock at a playhouse. Here; 'tis right, I warrant it, without telling: I took it upon his word. [_Gives it_. _Const_. Your kindness shall be requited, servant: But I sent for you upon another business. Pray, cousin, tell it him, for I am ashamed to do't. _Lov_. Ha! 'tis not that great belly, I hope. Is't come to that? _Isa_. Hark you, Mr Loveby; a word with you. _Lov_. A word with you, madam: Whither is your cousin bound? _Isa_. Bound, sir? _Lov_. Ay, bound: Look you, she's under sail, with a lusty fore-wind. _Non_. I sent for you, sir; but, to be plain with you, 'twas more out of necessity than love. _Lov_. I wonder, my lord, at your invincible ill-nature. You forget the arrest, that I passed by: But this it is to be civil to unthankful persons; 'tis feeding an ill-natured dog, that snarls while he takes victuals from your hand. _Non_. All friends! all friends! No ripping up old stories; you shall have my daughter. _Lov_. Faith, I see your lordship would let lodgings ready furnished; but I am for an empty tenement. _Non_. I had almost forgot my own great belly. If he should discover that too! [_Claps his hat before it_. _Isa. [To Lov_.] You will not hear me, sir. 'Tis all roguery, as I live.