Lady.  Twere pitty
Your passion should undoe you; you may find
Matches of noble quality:  my daughter
In worth’s inferior to you, yet I doubt not
But my perswasive oratorie may gaine you
Her forfeited affection.

Thu.  Let her reserve it
For them who sue to inioy it; Ile conferr
My fancy on a Negro new reclaim’d
From prostitution; sacrifice my youth
To bedridd age, ere reinthrall my heart
To her insulting bewty.

Lady.  Twould be a maime to your discretion
To abjure a certaine and a pleasing good
For an uncertaine harme you would impose
In malice on another.  Yo’are a man
In whome the glorious soule of goodnes moves
With such a spacious posture that no woman,
But such a squemish baby as my daughter,
Would be most fortunate to enrich their choyse
With one so much deserving.

Thu.  He experience Your affirmation:  could you love me?

Lady.  What
I spoake was a contingent supposition
What others might doe, but not argument
I meant to love you.

Thu.  But I know you will;
I see a pleasing augury in your looks
Presages mercy; and those eyes, whose lustre
The light (that scornes privation) cannot equall,
Darts beames of comfort on me.

Lady.  Twould be rare
Could you perswade me to’t, I can find
No such propension in my selfe; beware
Least in this wildnes you ingage your heart
To one cannot accept it.

Thun.  Pish! 
Ime sure you will:  humanity forbids
Refusall of my affection, which shall be
As constant as insep[a]rable heate
To elementall fire.—­I’me soddaine, lady,
In my resolve, but firme as fate.

Lady.  Surely, You are not well.

Thu.  You are deceivd; I am
Exceeding well yett; all my faculties
Retaine their wonted motion; but Ime like
A new recoverd patient, whose relapse
Admitts no helpe of phisick:  in your love
Consists my hope, futurity of health;
And you have too much charity to suffer
Perdition overwhelme me.

Lady.  Your confidence
Workes much uppon my lenity; but twould
Occasion scandall; every one would judge
I did supplant my daughter, should I yeild
To your desines.

Thu.  Let the censorious world
Fright those with harelipd Calumnie whose guilt
Merritts detraction; your pure innocence
No feind dares vitiatt.

Lady.  You have prevaild.

Thu.  Ile take you at your word, a holy kisse
Shall seale the contract. [kisse. 
Avaunt! stand of! she has poysond me, her lips
Are sault as sulpher, and her breath infects,
Noe scorpions like it.

Lady.  What ayles you, Sir?

Thu.  Ha, ha, ha! 
Those who imagine such prodigious mischiefes
Should be more cunning then to be ore reacht
By puisne[108] cosnage; Have you no more judgement
Then to beleive I lov’d you.