Clif. Title and land, sir, unto which add love!
All gone, save life and honour, which, ere I’ll lose,
I’ll let the other go.
Wal. We’re public here,
And may be interrupted. Let us seek
Some spot of privacy. Your letter, sir.
[Gives it back.]
Though fortune slights you, I’ll not slight you; not
Your title or the lack of it I heed.
Whether upon the score of love or hate,
With you and you alone I settle, sir.
We’ve gone too far. ’Twere folly now to part
Without a reckoning.
Clif. Just as you please.
Wal. You’ve done
A noble lady wrong.
Clif. That lady, sir,
Has done me wrong.
Wal. Go to, thou art a boy
Fit to be trusted with a plaything, not
A woman’s heart. Thou knowest not what it is!
And that I’ll prove to thee, soon as we find
Convenient place. Come on, sir! you shall get
A lesson that shall serve you for the rest
Of your life. I’ll make you own her, sir, a piece
Of Nature’s handiwork, as costly, free
From bias, flaw, and fair, as ever yet
Her cunning hand turned out. Come on, sir! come!
[They go out.]