Charville has got a pretty wife, whom he loves to a folly.
FREEMANTLE.
And a pretty sister, too, whom he loves but moderately; yet some other good person might be found, who would be willing to make up that deficiency.
CRAFTON.
I understand thee well enough. But she has no fortune unless she marry with her brother's consent; and his robbing (I must call it so) thy poor simple cousin at the gaming-table shows plainly how much he loves money.
FREEMANTLE.
Nay, nay! Since I have seen the sister, I would forget that unhappy transaction entirely.
CRAFTON.
I only mention it now to show his disposition; and surely thou art poor enough to justify his refusal of thy suit to his sister.
FREEMANTLE.
I have never made any suit to her.
CRAFTON.
I know thou hast not; but if thou shouldst, how wouldst thou relish a flat denial from his formal importance? Therefore, if thou hast any thing of this kind in thy head, I would counsel
