_Isa_. Burr and Failer, acknowledge yourselves a couple of recreant knights: Sir Timorous is mine: I have won him in fair field from you. _Const_. Give you joy, cousin, give you joy! _Lov_. Married! _Isa_. And in Diana's grove, boy. _Lov_. Why, 'tis fine, by Heaven; 'tis wondrous fine; as the poet goes on sweetly. _Tim_. I am sure they had gagged me, and bound me, and stripped me almost stark naked, and locked me up as fast as a butterfly, 'till she came and made me a man again; and therefore I have reason to love her the longest day I have to live. _Isa_. Ay, and the longest night too, or you are to blame. And you have one argument I love you, if the proverb be true, for I took you almost in your bare shirt. _Burr_. So much for us, Failer! _Const_. Well, my lord, it had as good out at first as at last: I must beg your lordship's blessing for this gentleman and myself. [_Both kneel_. _Non_. Why, you are not married to him, I hope! he's married to the devil. _Lov_. 'Twas a white devil of your lordship's getting, then; Mr Setstone and the reverend here can witness it. _Set. Par_. We must speak truth, my lord. _Non_. Would I had another child for your sake! you should ne'er see a penny of my money. _Lov_. Thank you, my lord; but methinks 'tis much better as it is. _Isa_. Come, nuncle, 'tis in vain to hold out, now 'tis past remedy: 'Tis like the last act of a play, when people must marry; and if fathers will not consent then, they should throw oranges at them from the galleries. Why should you stand off, to keep us from a dance? _Non_. But there's one thing still that troubles me; that's her great belly, and my own too. _Const_. Nay, for mine, my lord, 'tis vanished already; 'twas but a trick to catch the old one. _Lov_. But I'll do my best; she shall not be long without another. _Isa_. But as for your great belly, nuncle, I know no way to rid you on't, but by taking out your guts. _Lov_. 'Tis such a pretty smart rascal, 'tis well I am pleased with my own choice: but I could have got such Hectors, and poets, and gamesters, out of thee!-- _Const_. No, no; two wits could never have lived well together; want would have so sharpened you upon one another. _Isa_. A wit should naturally be joined to a fortune; by the same reason your vintners feed their hungry wines. _Const_. And if Sir Timorous and I had married, we two fortunes must have built hospitals with our money; we could never have spent it else. _Lov_. Or what think you of paying courtiers' debts with it? _Isa_. Well, to shew I am in charity with my enemies, I'll make a motion: While we are in town, let us hire a large house, and live together: Burr and Failer-- _Fail_. Shall be utterly discarded; I knew 'twould come to that, I vow to gad. _Isa_. Shall be our guests. [_BURR and FAILER throw up their caps, and cry, Vive Madam ISABELLA!_ _Lov_. And Bibber shall make our wedding clothes without trusting.