W. Green. Could it? Ah, Sir William,
I fear you are a rogue.
Sir Wil. O no!
W. Green. You are!
Sir Wil. No, on my honour! Would you like to hear
The story of the ring?
W. Green. Much—very much.
Sir Wil. Think’st we may venture draw our chairs apart
A little more from Master Waller?
W. Green. Yes.
He’ll bring it to a scene! Dear—dear Sir William,
How much I am obliged to him! A scene!
Gods, we shall have a scene!—Good Master Waller,
Your leave I pray you for a minute, while
Sir William says a word or two to me.—
He durst not trust his tongue for jealousy!—[Aside.]
Now, dear Sir William!
Sir Wil. You must promise me
You will not think me vain.
W. Green. No fear of that.
Sir Wil. Nor given to boast.