Wild. Oh, say you will.
L. Gal. Alas, I dare not utter it.
Wild. Let’s in, and thou shalt whisper it into my Bosom; Or sighing, look it to me with thy Eyes.
L. Gal. Ah, Wilding— [Sighs.
Wild. It toucht my Soul! Repeat that Sigh again.
L. Gal. Ah, I confess I am but feeble Woman.
[Leans on him.
Sir Char. Good Mistress Keep-door, stand by: for I must enter.
[Sir Char. without.
L. Gal. Hah, young Meriwill’s Voice!
Clos. Pray, Sir Charles, let me go and give my Lady notice. [She enters and goes to Wild. —For Heaven’s sake, Sir, withdraw, or my Lady’s Honour’s lost.
Wild. What will you have me do? [To Galliard.