Wal. But to vindicate myself,
I name thy lover’s stern desertion of thee.
What wast thou then with wounded pride? A thing
To leap into a torrent! throw itself
From a precipice! rush into a fire! I saw
Thy madness—knew to thwart it were to chafe it—
And humoured it to take that course, I thought,
Adopted, least ’twould rue!
Julia. ’Twas wisely done.
Wal. At least ’twas for the best.
Julia. To blame thee for it
Was adding shame to shame! But Master Walter,
These nuptials!—must they needs go on?
Servant. [Entering.] More guests
Arrive.
Wal. Attend to them. [Servant goes out.]
Julia. Dear Master Walter!
Is there no way to escape these nuptials?
Wal. Know’st not
What with these nuptials comes? Hast thou forgot?
Julia. What?
Wal. Nothing!—I did tell thee of a thing.