F.All will go well.
See, here’s my portrait, Laura, which I promised:
’Tis framed like yours; that is its only merit.
L. O, let me have it.
F.Take it. That you should care
To look upon it, makes me ashamed.
L.O, Frederick!
If you knew all my foolishness, I think
You would despise me. By this little light
I can see nothing. Is’t well done?