Eu. What, won't you tell it me, that love you more dearly than I do my own Sister: My Katy, don't be afraid to speak; be it what it will you are safe.
Ca. If I should be safe enough, yet I'm afraid I shall be never the better in telling my Tale to one that can do me no good.
Eu. How do you know that? If I can't serve you in the Thing itself, perhaps I may in Counsel or Consolation.
Ca. I can't speak it out.
Eu. What is the Matter? Do you hate me?
Ca. I love you more dearly than my own Brother, and yet for all that my Heart won't let me divulge it.
Eu. Will you tell me, if I guess it? Why do you quibble now? Give me your Word, or I'll never let you alone till I have it out.
Ca. Well then, I do give you my Word.
Eu. Upon the whole of the Matter, I can't imagine what you should want of being compleatly happy.
Ca. I would I were so.