I dare be sworn that they grow still, nor e'er
Will wither.
Jos.You will spoil him, little flatterer,
If he should hear you.
Ida.But he never will.
I dare not say so much to him—I fear him.
Jos. Why so? he loves you well.
Ida.But I can never50
Shape my thoughts of him into words to him:
Besides, he sometimes frightens me.