Mean. Under favour thus:
Not to use farther circumstance, fair virgin
(And yet less fair, 'cause virgin), you are one
That are the thought, the care, the aim, the strife—
I should not err, if I should say the madness—
Of all young men: all sighs, all folded arms,
All o'ercast looks, all broken sleeps are ow'd
Only to you.
Jane. I'm sorry I should be
A trouble unto any: if I could
Afford the remedy as well as now
I do your grief, assure yourself that cure
Shall be the birth of my next action.
Mean. That cure is my request. If that this were
Mine own suit, I had us'd no circumstance.
Young Master Credulous, a proper man—
For sure he shall be rich—one whom the whole
List of our city virgins doat on—you
Conceive the rest, I know.
Jane. Alas! what ails him?
I'll not be slack to do him any good.
Mean. 'Tis in your power. He is very much,
If you will know't—but, sure, you will not grant
If I should tell you.
Jane. If you thus presume
That I am hard, you only ask denial;
Your expectation's cross'd, except you fail.
Mean. If you will know it, then, he is in love.
Jane. I pity him indeed, poor heart. With whom?
Mean. Even with your beauteous self.
Jane. 'Tis not well done
To scoff one ne'er did injure you.