Mod. Die for!
Helen, Yes, with laughter, cousin,
For, cousin, I love you!
Mod. And you’ll be mine?
Helen. I will.
Mod. Your hand upon it.
Helen. Hand and heart.
Hie to thy dressing-room, and I’ll to mine—
Attire thee for the altar—so will I.
Whoe’er may claim me, thou’rt the man shall have me.
Away! Despatch! But hark you, ere you go,
Ne’er brag of reading Ovid’s Art of Love!
Mod. And cousin! stop—one little word with you!
[She returns, he snatches a kiss—They go out severally.]
SCENE II.—Julia’s Chamber.
[Enter Julia.]