_Fail_. One way there is.--Sir Timorous, pray walk a turn, while Burr and I confer a little upon this matter.--Look you, Burr, there is but one remedy in nature, I vow to gad; that is, for you to have a new Sir Timorous, exceeding this person in bounty to you. Observe, then; in Sir Timorous' place will I go, and, egad, I'll marry my lady Constance; and then, from the bowels of friendship, bless thee with a thousand pounds, besides lodging and diet for thy life, boy. _Burr_. Umph, very well thought on.--No, sir! you shall trust to my bounty; I'll go in his place. Murmur or repine, speak the least word, or give thy lips the least motion, and I'll beat thee till thou art not in condition to go. _Fail_. I vow to gad, this is extreme injustice.--Was it not my invention? _Burr_. Why, dost thou think thou art worthy to make use of thy own invention?--Speak another word, d'ye see!--Come, help me quickly to strip Sir Timorous; his coat may conduce to the deceit.--Sir Timorous, by your leave. [_Fatts on him_. _Tim_. O, Lord! what's the matter?--Murder? murder! _Burr_. D'ye open? I have something in my pocket that will serve for a gag, now I think on't. [_Gags, and binds him_. So, lie there, knight. Come, sir, and help to make me Sir Timorous; and, when I am married, remember to increase your manners with my fortune.--Yet we'll always drink together. [_Exeunt_. ACT V. SCENE I. _Enter_ CONSTANCE, ISABELLA, _and_ NONSUCH. _Const_. This is just the knight's hour; and lovers seldom come after their time. _Non_. Good night, daughter; I'll to bed, and give you joy to-morrow morning. [_Exit_. _Isa_. I'm glad he's gone: What, your train takes? _Const_. Yes, yes; Loveby will come: Setstone has been with him in disguise; and promised him golden mountains, if he will not be wanting to his own fortune. _Isa_. Is your habit provided too? _Const_. All is ready. _Isa_. Away then; for this is the place where we must part like knights errant, that take several paths to their adventures. _Const_. 'Tis time, for I hear somebody come along the alley; without question 'tis Timorous. Farewell; the chaplain stays for me in the chamber. _Isa_. And I'll post after you to matrimony; I have laid a fresh parson at the next stage, that shall carry me tantivy. [_Exit_ CONSTANCE. _Enter_ BURR _with_ TIMOROUS'S _coat on_. _Burr_. My lady Constance! _Isa_. The same: Sir Timorous? _Burr_. The same. _Isa_. Sir Timorous takes me for my cousin. [_Aside_. _Burr_. My lady Constance mistakes me for the knight. [_Aside_. _Isa_. Here, sir; through the dark walk: 'tis but a little way about--He's my own beyond redemption-- [_Aside_. _Burr_. The Indies are mine; and a handsome lady into the bargain. [_Excunt_. _Enter_ FAILER, _dogging them, as they go off_.