Claim good.

_Beau._ She's mine, by Bargain mine, and that's sufficient.

_Will._ In Law perhaps, it may for ought I know, but 'tis not so in
Love: but thou'rt my Friend, and I'll therefore give thee fair Play-- if
thou canst win her take her: But a Sword and a Mistress are not to be
lost, if a Man can keep 'em.

_Beau._ I cannot blame thee, thou but acts thy self--
But thou fair Hypocrite, to whom I gave my Heart,
And this exception made of all Mankind,
Why would'st thou, as in Malice to my Love,
Give it the only Wound that cou'd destroy it?

_Will._ Nay, if thou didst forbid her loving me, I have her sure.

_Beau._ I yield him many Charms; he's nobly born,
Has Wit, Youth, Courage, all that takes the Heart,
And only wants what pleases Women's Vanity,
Estate, the only good that I can boast:
And that I sacrifice to buy thy Smiles.

_La Nu._ See, Sir-- here's a much fairer Chapman-- you may be gone--
[To _Will._

_Will._ Faith, and so there is, Child, for me, I carry all about me, and
that by Heaven is thine: I'll settle all upon thee, but my Sword, and
that will buy us Bread. I've two led Horses too, one thou shalt manage,
and follow me thro Dangers.

_La Nu._ A very hopeful comfortable Life;
No, I was made for better Exercises.

_Will._ Why, every thing in its turn, Child, yet a Man's but a Man.

_Beau._ No more, but if thou valuest her,
Leave her to Ease and Plenty.

_Will._ Leave her to Love, my Dear; one hour of right-down Love,
Is worth an Age of living dully on:
What is't to be adorn'd and shine with Gold,
Drest like a God, but never know the Pleasure?
--No, no, I have much finer things in store for thee. [Hugs her.

_La Nu._ What shall I do?
Here's powerful Interest prostrate at my Feet,
[Pointing to _Beau._
Glory, and all than Vanity can boast;
--But there-- Love unadorn'd, no covering but his Wings,
[To _Will._
No Wealth, but a full Quiver to do mischiefs,
Laughs at those meaner Trifles--

_Beau._ Mute as thou art, are not these Minutes mine?
But thou-- ah false-- hast dealt 'em out already,
With all thy Charms of Love, to this unknown--
Silence and guilty Blushes say thou hast:
He all disorder'd too, loose and undrest,
With Love and Pleasure dancing in his Eyes,
Tell me too plainly how thou hast deceiv'd me.

_La Nu._ Or if I have not,'tis a Trick soon done,
And this ungrateful Jealousy wou'd put it in m