Erg. Madam!
Her. My own fears light upon me, if the night that eves the day of marriage, doth not shut me from the world.
Erg. Why, madam, this intemperance?
Her. 'Tis a just anger.
Erg. If you are angry, madam, with all that love you, there lives none that has more enemies, every eye that looks upon you you must hate.
Ire. Sir Cleon, our friends are engaged; pray let us be o' th' party. What has called up this choler in my sweet cousin? My lord, you have been begging favours.
Erg. Yes, of heaven, that it would furnish me with merits fit to deserve your cousin.
Ire. When it has [been] granted you, return to her, and renew your suit; but if you stay till then, you must get spectacles to see her beauty with.
Her. Why should you hinder your repose and mine? You know I never loved you.