Const. Either tell me, or resolve to take your leave for ever.
Lov. Then know, I have my means,—I know not how.
Const. This is a fine secret.
Lov. Why, then, if you will needs know, 'tis from the devil; I have money from him, what, and when I please.
Const. Have you sealed a covenant, and given away your soul for money?
Lov. No such thing intended on my part.
Const. How then?
Lov. I know not yet what conditions he'll propose. I should have spoke with him last night, but that a cross chance hindered it.
Const. Well, my opinion is, some great lady, that is in love with you, supplies you still; and you tell me an incredible tale of the devil, merely to shadow your infidelity.
Lov. Devise some means to try me.