Guen. But you said
You would receive his suit in spite of this?
Mil. I say there is a cloud ...
Guen. No cloud to me!
Lord Mertoun and your lover are the same!
Mil. What maddest fancy ...
Guen. [Calling aloud.] Austin! (spare your pains—
When I have got a truth, that truth I keep)—
Mil. By all you love, sweet Guendolen, forbear!
Have I confided in you ...