Ah, Sara! If this love of yours were not----
SARA.
Then I should certainly be the unhappier of the two. If nothing more vexatious has happened to you in your absence than to me, I am happy.
MELLEFONT.
I have not deserved to be so kindly received.
SARA.
Let my weakness be my excuse, that I do not receive you more tenderly. If only for your sake, I would that I was well again.
MELLEFONT.
Ha! Marwood! this treachery too! The scoundrel who led me with a mysterious air from one street to another can assuredly have been a messenger of her only! See, dearest Sara, she employed this artifice to get me away from you. A clumsy artifice certainly, but just from its very clumsiness, I was far from taking it for one. She shall have her reward for this treachery! Quick, Norton, go to her lodgings; do not lose sight of her, and detain her until I come!