Heart. What, you'll love on, then?
Const. Yes, to Eternity.
Heart. Yet you have no hopes at all?
Const. None.
Heart. Nay, the Resolution may be discreet enough; perhaps you have found out some new Philosophy, that Love, like Virtue, is its own Reward: So you and your Mistress will be as well content at a Distance, as others that have less Learning are in coming together.
Const. No; but if she should prove kind at last, my dear Heartfree—
[Embracing him.
Heart. Nay, pr'ythee, don't take me for your Mistress; for Lovers are very troublesome.
Const. Well; who knows what Time may do?
Heart. And just now he was sure Time could do nothing.