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Enter Lady Dorimen, Sir Toby, Angelica, as in discourse.
Lady Dor. Your Wits are never seen in publick with their Wives; 'tis become a point of Scandal, and passes for Demonstration of a Fool.
Sir Toby. To be seen with a Wife, may be one Demonstration; to have a Wife, adzooks, is another.
Ang. Sir Toby, you have been marri'd your self, as great an Antagonist to Marriage as you pretend to be; and as I have heard, was so pious a Husband, that in Honour to your Wives Memory, you spent a Thousand pounds in her Funeral.
Sir Toby. Yes, Sweat-heart, for Joy, and would have spent five times that Sum to have purchas'd so glorious a Day.
Ang. Methinks you should at least express more respect for a Condition of Life, which this young Lady has determin'd so suddenly to make Choice of for her self.
Lucin. Not so fully determin'd, Sir, but I shall take some time to consider of it.
[Lady Dorimen takes Sir Toby aside.
Lady Dor. Sir Toby, if you please, a word with you in private.
Ang. [to Lucin.] This would be very ill news, Madam, for Mr. Bellamour, whose impatience must needs be great to be possess'd of so much happiness.
Enter Bellamour, observing them.
Lucin. I am not. I assure you, in such haste for a Husband, as to venture any part of my own repose to satisfy Mr. Bellamour's impatience.
Bell. [coming up.] And do you think it such a venture, Madam?
Luc. There is no judging of Men, Mr. Bellamour, by what they appear to be, while they Court us.
Bell. Give me leave, Madam, to add, nor of Women, while they are courted (softly to her) at least unconstant Woman,
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