Pleas. Look, and satisfy yourself, ere you make that settlement on so false a creature.
Limb. But yet, if I should look, and not find her false, then I must cast in another hundred, to make her satisfaction.
Pleas. Was there ever such a meek, hen-hearted creature!
Saint. Verily, thou has not the spirit of a cock-chicken.
Limb. Before George, but I have the spirit of a lion, and I will tear her limb from limb—if I could believe it.
Pleas. Love, jealousy, and disdain, how they torture me at once! and this insensible creature—were I but in his place—[To him.] Think, that this very instant she is yours no more: Now, now she is giving up herself, with so much violence of love, that if thunder roared, she could not hear it.
Limb. I have been whetting all this while: They shall be so taken in the manner, that Mars and Venus shall be nothing to them.
Pleas. Make haste; go on then.
Limb. Yes, I will go on;—and yet my mind misgives me plaguily.
Saint. Again backsliding!