Wild. This very Night.
L. Gal. I’d die first—At what Hour?
[First turns away, then sighs and looks on him.
Wild. Oh, name it; and if I fail— [With Joy.
L. Gal. I wou’d not for the World—
Wild. That I shou’d fail!
L. Gal. Not name the guilty Hour.
Wild. Then I through eager haste shall come too soon, And do your Honour wrong.
L. Gal. My Honour! Oh, that Word!
Wild. Which the Devil was in me for naming. [Aside. —At Twelve.