L. Gal. Perhaps they might, but yet I wonder where
You got the boldness to approach me with it.
Wild. Faith, Madam, from your own encouragement.
L. Gal. From mine! Heavens, what Contempt is this?
Wild. When first I paid my Vows, (good Heaven forgive me)
They were for Honour all;
But wiser you, thanks to your Mother’s care too,
Knowing my Fortune an uncertain hope,
My Life of Scandal, and my leud Opinion,
Forbad me wish that way; ‘twas kindly urg’d;
You cou’d not then forbid my Passion too,
Nor did I ever from your Lips or Eyes
Receive the cruel Sentence of my Death.
Sir Anth. Gad, a fine Fellow this!
L. Gal. To save my Life, I wou’d not marry thee.
Wild. That’s kindly said. But to save mine, thou’t do a kinder thing; —I know thou wo’t.
L. Gal. What, yield my Honour up!
And after find it sacrific’d anew,
And made the scorn of a triumphing Wife!
Sir Anth. Gad, she’s i’th’ right too! a noble Girl I’ll warrant her.
L. Gal. But you disdain to satisfy these fears;
And like a proud and haughty Conqueror,
Demand the Town, without the least Conditions.