Gal. No, renounce that dull Discretion that undoes thee,
Cunning is cheaply to be wise; leave it to those that have
No other Powers to gain a Conquest by,
It is below thy Charms.
—Come swear, and be foresworn most damnably,
Thou hast not yielded yet; say ‘twas intended only,
And though thou ly’st, by Heaven, I must believe thee;
—Say,—hast thou—given him—all?
Cor. I’ve done as bad, we have discours’d th’ Affair, And ‘tis concluded on.—
Gal. As bad! by Heaven, much worse! discours’d with him!
Wert thou so wretched, so depriv’d of Sense,
To hold Discourse with such an Animal?
Damn it; the Sin is ne’er to be forgiven.
—Hadst thou been wanton to that leud degree,
By dark he might have been conducted to thee;
Where silently he might have serv’d thy purpose,
And thou hadst had some poor excuse for that:
But bartering words with Fools admits of none.
Cor. I grant ye,—had I talk’d sense to him, which had been enough to have lost him for ever.
Sir Sig. Poor Devil, how fearful ‘tis of losing me! [Aside.
Gal. That’s some Atonement for thy other Sins,— Come, break thy Word, and wash it quite away.
Sir Sig. That cogging won’t do, my good Friend, that won’t do.
Gal. Thou shall be just and perjur’d, and pay my Heart the debt of Love you owe it.
Cor. And wou’d you have the Heart—to make a Whore of me?
Gal. With all my Soul, and the Devil’s in’t if I can give thee a greater proof of my Passion.