Carl. There 'tis.—— [Gives it her, she puts it in her pocket.
But now tell me truly, what made you confess a couple of bastards? have you indeed been dabbling?
Dal. Who, I confess it! Oh thou impudent fellow! I only soothed thee up in thy villainy, to make thee betray thy own plot. I confessed seemingly, to make thee confess really. Heaven and thy own conscience know I did. [Seems to weep.
Carl. But when you're married, you'll remember your promise?
Dal. What promise?
Carl. That I should——
Dal. Should what?
Carl. Must I tell you?
Dal. No, I'll tell you; I said you should,—and so you shall,—be cozened in your expectation.
Carl. I foreboded this, and yet was fool enough to trust thee. Give me back my letter.