Mean. I vow
By all that's good, by your fair self, I am
As tender of you as that bless'd one is,
Whoe'er he be, that loves you most. If I
In any case abuse you, let me be
More miserable than Littleworth.
Jane. Is he become expression?[192] Is his fate
The period of ill-wishes? Sure, he never
Deserv'd so ill from you!
Mean. I don't reflect
Upon his ruin'd fortunes, but your coldness;
And, sure, I may call him unhappy whom
You do neglect.
Jane. That man, where'er he be,
Is happier than yourself; and were he here,
You should see him receiv'd, and yourself scorn'd.
Mean. I do not think so, lady; sure, you would
Make more of me than so. I'll bring the man,
And so confute you.
Jane. It may be I might
Love you the better something for that office,
If he might enter here.
Mean. Nay, I could tell
Y' had cast him off: alas! you need not hide it:
I have it from himself.
Jane. Doth he think so? Could I but see him——
Mean. If his sight can bring
But the least joy unto you—as perhaps
You'll take some pleasure in his misery—
You shall enjoy it.