Cor. Indeed, Sir, I have much ado to believe you; the disease of love is seldom so violent.
Dick. Madam, I have two diseases to end my miseries; If the first don't do't, the latter shall; [Drawing his sword.] one's in my heart, t'other's in my scabbard.
Cor. Not for a diadem, [Catching hold of him.] Ah, put it up, put it up.
Dick. How absolute is your command! [Dropping his sword.] A word, you see, disarms me.
Cor. What a power I have over him! [Aside.] The wondrous deeds of love!—--Pray, Sir, let me have no more of these rash doings tho'; perhaps I mayn't be always in the saving humour——I'm sure if I had let him stick himself, I should have been envy'd by all the great ladies in the town.
[Aside.
Dick. Well, madam, have I then your promise? you'll make me the happiest of mankind.
Cor. I don't know what to say to you; but I believe I had as good promise, for I find I shall certainly do't.
Dick. Then let us seal the contract thus.
[Kisses her.