Char. Be quick and name them.
Lew. No, madam; I am bound in honour to make conditions first; I am bound by inclination too. This sweet profusion of kind words pains while it pleases. I dread the losing you.
Char. Astonishment! What mean you?
Lew. First promise, that to-morrow, or the next day, you will be mine for ever.
Char. I do—though misery should succeed.
Lew. Thus then I seize you! and with you every joy on this side heaven!
[Embracing her.
Char. And thus I seal my promise. (Returning his embrace.) Now, Sir, your secret?
Lew. Your fortune's lost.
Char. My fortune lost!—I'll study to be humble then. But was my promise claimed for this? How nobly generous! Where learnt you this sad news?