Will. Ever curst— [Breaks from her, [she holds him].
La Nu. You shall not go—Plague of this needless Pride, [Aside.
—stay—and I’ll follow all the dictates of my Love.
Will. Oh never hope to flatter me to faith again. [His back to her, she holding him.
La Nu. I must, I will; what wou’d you have me do?
Will. [turning softly to her.] Never—deceive me more, it may be fatal to wind me up to an impatient height, then dash my eager Hopes. [Sighing. Forgive my roughness—and be kind, La Nuche, I know thou wo’t—
La Nu. Will you then be ever kind and true?
Will. Ask thy own Charms, and to confirm thee more, yield and disarm me quite.
La Nu. Will you not marry then? for tho you never can be mine that way, I cannot think that you should be another’s.
Will. No more delays, by Heaven, ’twas but a trick.