Sir Tim.
By Fortune the Rogue's looking for me; he has a Challenge
in his hand too.
Sham.
No matter, Sir, Huff it out.
Sir Tim
Prethee do thee Huff him, thou knowst the way on't.
Sham.
What's your bus'ness with Sir Timothy Sir?
Page.
Mine Sir, I don't know the Gentleman, pray which is he?
Sir Tim.
I, I,'t is so—Pox on him.
Sharp.
Well, Boy, I am he—what—Your Master—
Sharp.
Are not you Bellmour's Page?
Page.
News Sir? I know of none, but of my Masters being this
morning—
Sir Tim.
Ay, there it is—behind Southampton House.
Page.
Married▪ this morning
Sir Tim.
How? Marry'd! 'Slife, has he serv'd me so?
Sham.
The Boy is drunk—Bellmour Married!
Page.
Yes indeed, to the Lady Diana.
Sir Tim.
Diana! Mad by Fortune; what Diana?
Page.
Neece to the Lord Plotwell.
Sir Tim.
Come hither Boy—Art thou sure of this?
Page.
Sir, I am sure of it; and I am going to bespeak Musick for the
Ball anon.
Sir Tim.
What hast thou there—a Letter to the Divine Celinda;
A dainty Boy—there's money for thee to buy Nickers.
Page.
I humbly thank you.
[Exit.
Sh••rp.
Well, Sir, if this be true, Celinda will be glad of you again.
Sir Tim.
Ay, but I will have none of her—For, look you Sham, there
is but two sorts of Love in this World—Now I am sure the Rogue did
love her; and since it was not to Marry her, it was for the thing you wot
on, as appears by his writing to her now—But yet I will not believe what
this Boy said till I see it,
Sham.
Faith Sir, I have thought of a thing, that may both clear your
doubt, and give us a little mirth.
Sir Tim.
I conceive thee.
Sham.
I know y'are quick of apprehension, Sir Timothy.
Sir Tim.
O your servant dear Sham—But to let thee see I am none
of the dullest, we are to Jigg it in Masquerade this evening, hah.
Sham.
Faith, Sir, you have it, and there you may have an opportunity
to Court Bellmour's sister.
Sir Tim.
'Tis a good motion, and we will follow it; send to the Dukes
House, and borrow some Habits presently.
Sham.
I'll about it, Sir.
Sir Tim.
Make haste to my Lodging—But heark ye—not a word of