R.’Tis so long ago
That now in my disguise I have no fear.
You did not know me.
F.That was but your beard.
R. She hath not seen my beard: and ’tis impossible
She should suspect. She has treated me all along
With such disdain, that I, in love as I am,
Can scarce believe I venture; but—I am mad.
Nothing could keep me back. Hear all my story,
And then see how I am changed. ’Tis three years since