Sav. Hold, Sir! My ears cannot bear the profanation;—you cannot—dare not approach her!—For your soul you dare not mention Love to her! Her look would freeze the word, whilst it hovered on thy licentious lips!
Court. Whu! whu! Well, we shall see—this evening, by Jupiter, the trial shall be made—if I fail—I fail.
Sav. I think thou darest not!—But my life, my honour on her purity.
[Exit Saville.
Court. Hot-headed fool! But since he has brought it to this point, by Gad I'll try what can be done with her Ladyship (musing)—(rings) She's frost-work, and the prejudices of education yet strong: ergo, passionate professions will only inflame her pride, and put her on her guard.—For other arts then!
Enter Dick.
Dick, do you know any of the servants at Sir George Touchwood's?
Dick. Yes, Sir; I knows the Groom, and one of the House-maids: for the matter-o'-that, she's my own Cousin; and it was my Mother that holp'd her to the place.
Court. Do you know Lady Frances's Maid?
Dick. I can't say as how I know she.