Blunt. Ha um- a hundred thousand Crowns- a pretty trifling
Sum- I'll marry her out of hand. [Aside. Pet. This is an Englishman,
of a dull honest Nation, and might be manag'd to advantage, were but I
transform'd now. [Aside. I hope you are a Man of Honour; Sir, I am a
Virgin, fled from the rage of an incens'd Brother; cou'd you but
secure me with my Treasure, I wou'd be devoted yours. Blunt. Secure
thee! by this Light, sweet Soul, I'll marry thee;- Beivile's Lady ran
just so away with him- this must be a Prize- [Aside. But hark-
prithee, my Dear, step in a little, I'll keep my good Fortune to my
self. Pet. See what trust I repose in your Hands, those Jewels, Sir.
Blunt. So- there can be no jilting here, I am secur'd from being
cozen'd however. [Ex. Pet. Enter Fetherfool. Feth. A Pox on all Fools,
I say, and a double Pox on all fighting Fools; just when I had
miraculously got my Monster by a mistake in the dark, convey'd her
out, and within a moment of marrying her, to have my Friend set upon
me, and occasion my losing her, was a Catastrophe which none but thy
termagant Courage (which never did any Man good) cou'd have procur'd.
Blunt. 'Dshartlikins, I cou'd kill my self. Feth. To fight away a
couple of such hopeful Monsters, and two Millions- 'owns, was ever
Valour so improvident? Blunt.
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