Be true; yea, true as truth itself,
And stand unshaken yours,—
Away to the kitchen and you are safe!
Jessica.—I love my father, but I fear his righteous rage.
Mrs. Pet.—Stay, then; confess and ask his pardon.
Jessica (Shakes head sadly and exits R).
Mrs. Pet.—
What! gone without a word?
Ay, so true love should do: it cannot speak;
For truth hath better deeds than words to grace it.