There is so too in Fortunes, that might add
A Lustre to my Eyes, Charms to my Person,
And make me fair as Venus, young as Hebe.
Lean. Madam, you have enough to engage any unconquer’d Heart; but ’twas, I thought, with your allowance I dispos’d of mine, and ’tis a Heart that knows not how to change.
L. Kno. Then ’tis a foolish unambitious Heart, unworthy of the Elevation it has not glorious Pride enough to aim at:—Farewel, Sir,—when you are wiser, you may find admittance. Goes out.
Lean. Stay, Madam—
Enter Lucretia.
Lucr. For what? to hear your Penitence! Forgive me, Madam, I will be a Villain, forget my Vows of Love, made to Lucretia.
And sacrifice both her, and those to Interest.
Oh, how I hate this whining and dissembling!