Wild. Oh, do not swear, lest Love shou’d take it ill
That Honour shou’d pretend to give him Laws,
And make an Oath more powerful than his Godhead.
—Say that you will half a long Hour hence—
L. Gal. Hah!
Wild. Or say a tedious Hour.
L. Gal. Death, never—
Wild. Or if you—promise me then to morrow.
L. Gal. No, hear my Vows.
Wild. Hold, see me die; if you resolve ‘em fatal to my Love, by Heaven I’ll do’t. [Lays his Hand on his Sword.
L. Gal. Ah, what—
Wild. Revoke that fatal Never then.
L. Gal. I dare not.