But the family-name, Jack?
_Mr.H_.As you say, the family-name must be perpetuated.
_Belvil._ Though it be but a homely one.
_Mr.H._ True; but come, I will show you the house where dwells this credulous melting fair.
_Belvil._ Ha, ha! my old friend dwindled down to one letter.
[_Exeunt._ SCENE._-An Apartment in_ MELESINDA'S _House._ MELESINDA _sola, as if musing._ _Melesinda._ H, H, H.Sure it must be something precious by its being concealed.

It can't be Homer, that is a Heathen's name; nor Horatio, that is no surname: what if it be Hamlet?
the Lord Hamlet--pretty, and I his poor distracted Ophelia! No,'tis none of these; 'tis Harcourt or Hargrave, or some such sounding name, or Howard, high-born Howard, that would do; maybe it is Harley, methinks my H.
resembles Harley, the feeling Harley.

But I hear him! and from his own lips I will once forever be resolved.
_Enter Mr.H._ _Mr.H._ My dear Melesinda.
_Melesinda._ My dear H.that is all you give me power to swear allegiance to,--to be enamored of inarticulate sounds, and call with sighs upon an empty letter.

But I will know.
_Mr.H._ My dear Melesinda, press me no more for the disclosure of that, which in the face of day so soon must be revealed.

Call it whim, humor, caprice, in me.