SCENE II.—A Room in Sir William Fondlove’s House.
[Enter Wildrake and Trueworth.]
Wild. You are not angry?
True. No; I knew the service
I sent you on was one of danger.
Wild. Thank you.
Most kind you are—And you believe she loves me:
And your own hopes give up to favour mine.
Was ever known such kindness! Much I fear
’Twill cost you.
True. Never mind! I’ll try and bear it.
Wild. That’s right. No use in yielding to a thing.
Resolve does wonders! Shun the sight of her—
See other women!—Fifty to be found
As fair as she.
True. I doubt it.
Wild. Doubt it not.
Doubt nothing that gives promise of a care.
Right handsome dames there are in Lancashire,
Whence called their women, witches!—witching things!
I know a dozen families in which
You’d meet a courtesy worthy of a bow.
I’ll give you letters to them.
True. Will you?