Wal. By thy wisdom’s count. No doubt
You’ve told her what a precious place it is.
Helen. I have.
Wal. I even guessed as much. For that
I told thee of her; brought thee here to see her;
And prayed thee to sojourn a space with her;
That its fair space, from thy too fair report,
Might strike a novice less—so less deceive her.
I did not put thee under check.
Helen. ’Twas right,—
Else had I broken loose, and run the wilder!
So knows she not her father yet: that’s strange.
I prithee how does mine?
Wal. Well—very well.
News for thee.
Helen. What?
Wal. Thy cousin is in town.
Helen. My cousin Modus?
Wal. Much do I suspect
That cousin’s nearer to thy heart than blood.
Helen. Pshaw! Wed me to a musty library!
Love him who nothing loves but Greek and Latin!
But, Master Walter, you forget the main
Surpassing point of all! Who’s come with you?