Told my whole heart?—But, once in love, what woman
Can trust herself, alas, with pen and ink?
Elv. Were he to come now after all, how then?
Would you reproach, or turn your back on him,
Or—
Anna. Nay, I know not. Is ’t not possible,
He is detain’d, Elvira, by the Prince
Upon state business?
Elv. You excuse him then!
Anna. Oh, any thing to soothe me!