BELIN. My denial is premeditated like your malice. Lard, cousin,
you talk oddly. Whatever the matter is, O my Sol, I'm afraid
you'll follow evil courses.

ARAM. Ha, ha, ha, this is pleasant.

BELIN. You may laugh, but -

ARAM. Ha, ha, ha!

BELIN. You think the malicious grin becomes you. The devil take
Bellmour. Why do you tell me of him?

ARAM. Oh, is it come out? Now you are angry, I am sure you love
him. I tell nobody else, cousin. I have not betrayed you yet.

BELIN. Prithee tell it all the world; it's false.

ARAM. Come, then, kiss and friends.

BELIN. Pish.

ARAM. Prithee don't be so peevish.

BELIN. Prithee don't be so impertinent. Betty!

ARAM. Ha, ha, ha!

BETTY. Did your ladyship call, madam?