’Tis but this little case. (Shews case of portrait.)
D.A portrait-case?
F. A portrait.
D.Ah, then, now we have the truth:
Thou art in love. This is the wondrous sickness
That keeps thee at home when I would send thee forth:
Distracted thee in drawing of the deed....
F. Enough, my lady; you have pushed this far enough.
D. Oh no! I have now another charge of falsehood.
I have long suspected this; and yesterday