And one of us might die,—and if ’twas you,
Think how much needless sorrow I then should suffer
For having loved you now. And, seeing the risk,
’Twere scarcely prudent to commit myself
More than is necessary.
N.O cruel wisdom!
Are women all so careful of their feelings?
G. Why, what a blundering fellow!
D.What is’t, Sir Gregory?
G. Heigh!