Ant. Be patient, madam, and speak but truth, and I'll do any thing to serve you: I say again, and swear it too, I'll do any thing to serve you.
[Aside.
Joh. [Aside.] I understand him; but I fear it is now too late to save him:—Pray, hear him speak, husband; perhaps he may say something for himself; I know not.
Muf. Speak thou, has he not violated my bed, and thy honour?
Joh. I forgive him freely, for he has done nothing. What he will do hereafter to make me satisfaction, himself best knows.
Ant. Any thing, any thing, sweet madam: I shall refuse no drudgery.
Muf. But did he mean no mischief? was he endeavouring nothing?
Joh. In my conscience, I begin to doubt he did not.
Muf. It's impossible:—then what meant all those outcries?
Joh. I heard music in the garden, and at an unseasonable time of night; and I stole softly out of my bed, as imagining it might be he.
Muf. How's that, Johayma? imagining it was he, and yet you went?