Mod. What shall I do?
Helen. Why don’t you offer to support me? Well?
Give me your arm—be quick! [Modus offers his arm.]
Is that the way
To help a lady when she’s like to faint?
I’ll drop unless you catch me! [Modus supports her.]
That will do.
I’m better now—[Modus offers to leave her] don’t leave me! Is one well
Because one’s better? Hold my hand. Keep so.
I’ll soon recover so you move not. Loves he—
[Aside.]
Which I’ll be sworn he does, he’ll own it now.
Well, cousin Modus?
Mod. Well, sweet cousin!
Helen. Well?
You heard what Master Walter said?
Mod. I did.
Helen. And would you have me marry? Can’t you speak?
Say yes or no.
Mod. No, cousin!
Helen. Bravely said!
And why, my gallant cousin?