ELSWORTH. It is her humour, sir. Her passes are but play.

CLEVELAND. I'll be sworn her heart is as true as her wit. She is--

ROSE. Rebel, sir, from top to toe!

[_Enter_ ARBALD, MARVIN, _and_ HARRY.]

Ah, gentlemen, my best welcome. My father will be proud to greet you--

ELSWORTH. And most happy to know you, gentlemen.

[_Enter_ SERVANT, _with wine_.]

Major Cleveland, will you do me the honour--

CLEVELAND. Sir, I esteem it an honour. Gentlemen, I hope you will all
fill in honour of our host. [_They gather around, fill, and drink to_
MR. ELSWORTH.] Fill again, gentlemen, and honour the toast I am going
to propose. The ladies! speedy priests and rings.

ROSE. A doubtful compliment, Major Cleveland.

CLEVELAND. Can you think so?

ROSE. Ay, sir; for marriages, though called matches, are mostly sad
patch-work.

CLEVELAND. And the unmarried--