Burr.  You are very smart upon one another, gentlemen.

Fail.  This is nothing between us; I use to tell him of his title, Fiery facias; and his setting dog, that runs into ale-houses before him, and comes questing out again, if any of the woots, his customers, be within.

Bib.  I’faith ’tis true; and I use to tell him of his two capon’s tails about his hat, that are laid spread-eaglewise to make a feather; I would go into the snow at any time, and in a quarter of an hour I would come in with a better feather upon my head; and so farewel, sir; I have had the better on you hitherto, and for this time I am resolved to keep it.

[Exit BIBBER.

Fail.  The rogue’s too hard for me; but the best on’t is, I have my revenge upon his purse.

Enter ISABELLA.

Isa.  Came not Sir Timorous this way, gentlemen?  He left us in the garden, and said he would look out my Lord Nonsuch, to make his peace with him.

Fail.  Madam, I like not your enquiring after Sir Timorous:  I suspect you have some design upon him:  You would fain undermine your cousin, and marry him yourself.

Isa.  Suppose I should design it, what are you the worse for my good fortune?  Shall I make a proposition to you?  I know you two carry a great stroke with him:  Make the match between us, and propound to yourselves what advantages you can reasonably hope:  You shall chouse him of horses, cloaths, and money, and I’ll wink at it.

Burr.  And if he will not be choused, shall we beat him out on’t?

Isa.  For that, as you can agree.

Fail.  Give us a handsel of the bargain; let us enjoy you, and ’tis a match.

Isa.  Grammercy i’faith, boys; I love a good offer, howe’er the world goes; but you would not be so base to wrong him that way?

Fail.  I vow to gad but I would, madam:  In a horse, or a woman, I may lawfully cheat my own father:  Besides, I know the knight’s complexion; he would be sure to follow other women; and all that.

Isa.  Nay, if he fought with the sword, he should give me leave to fight with the scabbard.

Burr.  What say you, madam?  Is’t a bargain?

Isa.  ’Tis but a promise; and I have learnt a court trick for performing any thing [Aside].  Well, gentlemen, when I am married I’ll think upon you; you’ll grant there’s a necessity I should cuckold him, if it were but to prove myself a wit.

Fail.  Nay, there’s no doubt you’ll cuckold him, and all that; for look you, he’s a person fit for nothing else; but I fear we shall not have the graffing of the horns; we must have livery and seisin beforehand of you, or I protest to gad we believe you not.

Isa.  I have past my word; is’t not sufficient?  What! do you think I would tell a lie to save such a paltry thing as a night’s lodging?—­Hark you, sir. [To BURR.