Silence and guilty Blushes say thou hast:
He all disorder’d too, loose and undrest,
With Love and Pleasure dancing in his Eyes,
Tell me too plainly how thou hast deceiv’d me.
La Nu. Or if I have not,’tis a Trick soon done,
And this ungrateful Jealousy wou’d put it in my Head. [Angrily.
Beau. [Wou’d! by Heaven, thou hast]—he is not to be fool’d,
Or sooth’d into belief of distant Joys,
As easy as I have been: I’ve lost so kind
An Opportunity, where Night and Silence both