Fra. Ha, good morrow, gentle sir; endeavour to forget me, as I must be enforced to forget all men. Sweet mind rest in you. 170
Mal. Stay, let not thy desire burst me. O my impatient heat endures no resistance—no protraction! there is no being for me but your sudden enjoying.
Fra. I do not love Freevill.
Mal. But what vow? what vow?
Fra. So long as Freevill lives, I must not love.
Mal. Then he—
Fra. Must—
Mal. Die!
Fra. I [k]no[w] there is no such vehemence in your affects. 180
Would I were anything, so he were not!
Mal. Will you be mine when he is not?