Eliz. Arthur Walton.
Flor. Oh! he has left.
Eliz. Your answer to him?
Flor. None.
Eliz. Out, flirt! I found you weeping, and you told me You lov'd him—
Flor. Did I? I'd forgotten it.
Eliz. Well, you will lose him thus.
Flor. Then, he's not worth The keeping, in my thought.
Eliz. You have done wrong. I know the business he is gone upon. You may not see him more—
Flor. I don't believe it, Although he said it.