illing, would you favour me?

_Eugen._ But to suppose without his Will's a Crime,
If I that supposition should declare.

_Ger._ I do confess I should be loath to own
That Blessing which I rate above my Life,
If 'twere bestow'd by any hands but yours;
Therefore by all your hopes I do conjure you,
If you dislike my Love, Command my silence.

_Eugen._ Interpret well my blushes, when I say
I cannot find a thought for such Commands.

_Ger._ Then I am happy 'bove the reach of Envy;
For I have his consent already granted,
He nam'd the day of Marriage as you enter'd.

_Eugen._ You see, my Lord, that I had cause for fear,
Since I'm bestow'd, and my consent ne're askt.
Sure my dead Father ne're design'd it so?

_Ger._ Madam, I beg your pardon, for a truth
Might well excuse your Brother in this matter;
I urg'd to him I doubted not your favour,
On which Condition he did grant me his.

_Eugen._ I shall hear further of it from himself,
Till when, I beg your pardon.
[Offers to go out.

_Anto._ Sister, pray stay, for I have bus'ness with you.
I know, my Dear, you never Lov'd that Fellow,
Which since you do not, though he serves me well,
Yet I'm resolv'd for this to part with him,
Tho' I could think a Pension for your Nurse,
To keep her at a distance, were as well.

_Cael._ Though now her dotage makes her want discretion,
Her Love to us was great.

_Anto._ Come, trouble not your self about it, he shall go.

_Cael._ My Lord, I'le trouble you no further.

_Ger._ I'le wait upon you, Madam.

[Ex. _Gerar._ and _Cael._

_Anto._ Sister, you know your Father was my Friend,
And was so confident that I was his,
He trusted all your Fortunes in my hands,
Though he had Brothers Living when he Dy'd,
He told you too, and left it in his Will,
That what you had was mine, if you did Marry
Without my Approbation: Is't not true?

_Eugen._ Sir, 'tis a truth I'm glad of.

_Anto._ These things your Kindred though, did call contrivance,
Which made their hatred rise so much against me,
It makes a few'd betwixt our Families,
Which soon would come to Blood, but for Respect
They bear my Wife, their Cozen.

_Eugen._ Brother, I cannot answer for their Actions,
My own Respects to you were never wanting.

_Anto._ I do not deny it, Sister; and to prove
I never did, nor will deserve worse from you,
If you are willing now to change your State,
And know a man preferr'd in your Election,
Let him have Blood and worth, you and your