Porcia. And must we part so quickly?—
Serafina. When does happiness
Last longer?
Alv. Never!—who best can answer that?
I standing by, why ask it of another?
At least when speaking of such happiness
As, perjured woman, thy false presence brings!
Ser. Alvaro, for Heaven’s sake spare me the pang
Of these unjust reproaches.
Alv. What! unjust!