W. Green. Sir William Fondlove, leave me.
Sir Wil. Widow Green!—
W. Green. You have undone me, sir!
Sir Wil. Don’t say so! Don’t!
It was a girl—a child gave me the ring!
W. Green. Do you hear me, sir? I bade you leave me.
Sir Wil. If
I thought you were so jealous—
W. Green. Jealous, sir!
Sir William! quit my house.
Sir Wil. A little girl
To make you jealous!
W. Green. Sir, you’ll drive me mad!
Sir Wil. A child, a perfect child, not ten years old!