Clo. And quite forget the old?
Fred. Not so; but when I see them o’er again,
I find I love them as I did before.
Clo. Oh God forbid, I should be so inconstant!
No, Sir, though she be false, she has my Heart,
And I can die, but not redeem the Victim.
Fred. Away, you little Fool, you make me sad
By this resolve: but I’ll instruct you better.
Clo. I would not make you sad for all the World.
Sir, I will sing, or dance, do any thing