L.Diana loves you.
F.You know it too!
L. You know it!
F.I!—Why, Laura, is this your secret?
L. I see you have guessed it; yet, perhaps, for thinking
Thou shouldst be loyal where thy faith is cherished,
Thou hast never weighed her claim with mine; and that
I’d have thee do. Look to thine interest:
For loving women differ not so much
But all may make good wives; and whatsoe’er