Mel. Well, go back, and call Sabina to me.
[OLINDA goes behind.
This is a riddle past my finding out: Whether he loves her, or no, is the question; but this, I am sure of, she loves him:—O my little favourite, I must ask you a question concerning Celadon: is he in love with you?
Sab. I think, indeed, he does not hate me; at least, if a man's word may be taken for it.
Mel. But what expressions has he made you?
Sab. Truly, the man has done his part: He has spoken civilly to me, and I was not so young but I understood him.
Mel. And you could be content to marry him?
Sab. I have sworn never to marry: besides he's a wild young man; yet, to obey you, mother, I would be content to be sacrificed.
Mel. No, no, we would but lead you to the altar.
Sab. Not to put off the gentleman neither; for if I have him not, I am resolved to die a maid, that's once, mother.