[Clifford and Modus retire into the other Arbour.]
[Enter Julia and Helen.]
Helen. So, Monday week will say good morn to thee
A maid, and bid good night a sober wife!
Julia. That Monday week, I trust, will never come,
That brags to make a sober wife of me!
Helen. How changed you are, my Julia!
Julia. Change makes change.
Helen. Why wedd’st thou, then?
Julia. Because I promised him!
Helen. Thou lovest him?
Julia. Do I?