Car. Ungrateful woman, to receive with such contempt so quick a return of a heart so justly alarm'd.
San. Ha, ha, ha.
Car. What, no allowance to be made to the first transports of a lover's fury, when rous'd by so dreadful an appearance? as just as my suspicions were, have I long suffer'd them to arraign her?
San. No.
Car. Have I waited for oaths or imprecations to clear her?
San. No.
Car. Nay, even now is not the whole world still in suspense about her? whilst I alone conclude her innocent.
San. 'Tis very true.
Car. She might, methinks, thro' this profound respect, observe a flame another would have cherish'd: she might support me against groundless fears, and save me from a rival's tyranny; she might release me from these cruel racks, and would, no doubt, if she cou'd love as I do.
San. Ha, ha, ha.