Dor. No, sir, I'm as well as e'er I was in all my life, But that I cannot eat nor drink for thought of him. That dangerous man runs ever in my mind.
Prosp. The way to cure you is, no more to see him.
Dor. Nay, pray, sir, say not so. I promised him To see him once again; and you know, sir, You charged me I should never break my promise.
Prosp. Would you see him, who did you so much mischief?
Dor. I warrant you I did him as much harm as he did me; For when I left him, sir, he sighed so, as it grieved My heart to hear him.
Prosp. Those sighs were poisonous, they infected you; You say, they grieved you to the heart.
Dor. 'Tis true; but yet his looks and words were gentle.
Prosp. These are the day-dreams of a maid in love; But still I fear the worst.
Dor. O fear not him, sir.
Prosp. You speak of him with too much passion; tell me, (And on your duty tell me true, Dorinda,) What passed betwixt you and that horrid creature?