h found good success;
For, as I understand, his debts are paid,
And he once more furnish'd for fair employment:
But all the arts that I have us'd to raise
The fortunes of your joy and mine, young Allworth,
Stand yet in supposition, though I hope well.
For the young lovers are in wit more pregnant
Than their years can promise; and for their desires,
On my knowledge they equal.

_Lady A._ Though my wishes
Are with yours, my lord; yet give me leave to fear
The building, though well grounded. To deceive
Sir Giles (that's both a lion and a fox
In his proceedings) were a work beyond
The strongest undertakers; not the trial
Of two weak innocents.

_Lov._ Despair not, madam:
Hard things are compass'd oft by easy means.
The cunning statesman, that believes he fathoms
The counsels of all kingdoms on the earth,
Is by simplicity oft overreach'd.

_Lady A._ May be so.
The young ones have my warmest wishes.

_Lov._ O, gentle lady, let them prove kind to me
You've kindly heard--now grant my suit.
What say you, lady?

_Lady A._ Troth, my lord,
My own unworthiness may answer for me;
For had you, when I was in my prime,
Presented me with this great favour,
I could not but have thought it as a blessing,
Far, far beyond my merit.

_Lov._ You are too modest.
In a word,
Our years, our states, our births, are not unequal.
If then you may be won to make me happy,
But join your hand to mine, and that shall be
A solemn contract.

_Lady A._ I were blind to my own good,
Should I refuse it; yet, my lord, receive me
As such a one; the study of whose whole life
Shall know no other object but to please you.

_Lov._ If I return not, with all tenderness,
Equal respect to you, may I die wretched!

_Lady A._ There needs no protestation, my lord,
To her, that cannot doubt--You are welcome, sir.

_Enter_ Wellborn.

Now you look like yourself.

_Wellb._ And will continue that I am,
Your creature, madam, and will never hold
My life mine own, when you please to demand it.

_Lov._ It is a thankfulness that well becomes you;
You could not make choice of a better shape
To dress your mind in.

_Lady A._ For me, I am happy
That my endeavours prosper'd. Saw you of late
Sir Giles, your uncle?

_Wellb._ I heard of him, madam,
By his minister, Marall: he's grown into strange passions
About his daughter. This last night he look'd for
Your lordship, at his house; but, missing you,
And she not yet appearing, his wise head
Is much pe