Young Chartley. How say you by that, sweet lady? three hundred pounds a year, and a proper man to boot? Sir Harry. All’s good, I like it; welcome, Master Chartley. Thou, Gratiana, art no child of mine Unless thou bidst him welcome. This I presume To be your father’s hand? Young Chartley. [_Aside_.] But I’ll be sworn he never writ it. Sir Harry. And this his seal at arms? Young Chartley. Or else I understand it very poorly. But, lady, In earnest of further acquaintance, receive this chain, These jewels, hand and heart. Sir Harry. Refuse no chain nor jewels, heart nor hand, But in exchange of these bestow thyself, Thine own dear self, upon him. Gratiana. Myself on him, whom I till now ne’er saw? Well, since I must, your will’s to me a law. Sencer. Nay, then, ’tis time to speak. Shall I stand here waiting like a coxcomb, and see her given away before my face? Stay your hand, Sir Harry; and let me claim my promise. Sir Harry. My promise I’ll perform, Sir Timothy; You shall have all your wages duly paid. Sencer. I claim fair Gratiana by your promise. No more Sir Timothy, but Sencer now. You promised me when you received my service, And with your liberal hand did wage my stay, To endow me freely with your daughter’s love. That promise now I claim. Sir Harry. Mere cozenage, knavery: I tied myself to no conditions In which such guile is practised. Come, son Chartley: To cut off all disasters incident To these proceedings, we will solemnise These nuptial rites with all speed possible. Young Chartley. Farewell, good Sir Timothy; farewell, learned Sir Timothy. [_Exeunt all but_ Sencer. Sencer. Why, and farewell, learned Sir Timothy. For now Sir Timothy and I am two: Boast on, brag on, exalt, exalt thyself, Swim in a sea of pleasure and content Whilst my bark suffers wreck! I’ll be revenged. Chartley, I’ll cry _vindicta_ for this scorn; Next time thou gorest, it must be with thy horn. [_Exit_. SCENE II.--_The Street outside the Goldsmith’s Shop_. _Enter_ Boyster. Boyster. I am mad, and know not at what; I could swagger, but know not with whom; I am at odds with myself, and know not why: I shall be pacified, and cannot tell when; I would fain have a wife, but cannot tell where; I would fasten on Luce, but cannot tell how. How; where; when; why; whom; what. Feeding sure makes me lean, and fasting fat. _Enter_ Luce _and_ Joseph. Luce. Not all this while once see me! Joseph. His occasions Perhaps enforce his absence. Luce. His occasions! Unless he find occasion of new love, What could enforce such absence from his spouse? Am I grown foul and black since my espousals? It should not seem so; for the shop is daily Customed with store of chapmen, such as come To cheapen love. O no, I am myself! But Chartley he is changed. Joseph. You know that gentleman. Luce. Escape him if thou canst.