Poly. Mercy on me! what do you mean? No refuge but in—and in his father’s absence too! Consider, that for all that concerns you, I am responsible. Wait, at least, till he arrives, and—
Charles. No, I am resolved; the matter is pressing, and there’s no time for deliberation.
Poly. And he has not half finished his studies! (Rushes into his arms) Charles—my dear boy—be composed—look at me—who am I? have I not been your guide, your protector, your friend, since the hour you were born. You know I love you; that there is nothing on earth I would not do to see you happy; tell me, then, what it is afflicts you.
Charles. You will betray me to my father, and I dread his displeasure worse than death.
Poly. Betray you! Never; be it what it may.
Charles. Swear!
Poly. I never swear.
Charles. Swear, or this instant will I—
Poly. Hold! your danger inspires me with the devotion of an antique Roman: I swear, (raising his hand) Per Jovem! By Jupiter! I swear.
Charles. Enough! I will trust you. (Aside) And yet I dare not tell him the whole.—I—I am in love.