Beat. But set some bounds to your affection.
Jac. None but fools confine their pleasure: What usurer ever thought his coffers held too much? No, I'll give myself the swing, and love without reserve. If I keep a passion, I'll not starve it in my service.
Beat. But are you sure he will deserve this kindness?
Jac. I never trouble myself so long beforehand. Jealousies and disquiets are the dregs of an amour; but I'll leave mine before I have drawn it off so low. When it once grows troubled, I'll give vent to a fresh draught.
Beat. Yet it is but prudence to try him first; no pilot ventures on an unknown coast without sounding.
Jac. Well, to satisfy thee, I am content; partly, too, because I find a kind of pleasure in laying baits for him.
Beat. The two great virtues of a lover are constancy and liberality; if he possess those two, you may be happy in him.
Jac. Nay, if he be not lord and master of both those qualities, I disown him——But who goes there?
Beat. He, I warrant you, madam; for his servant told me he was waiting hereabout.