Ire. Yes, you, by suff'ring her undeserved scorn, have bred such a delight and habit of it in her, that she can hardly forbear it when she strives to be complaisant to her best friends; and, to say truth, we are all endangered by such as you, when we see that frowns procure us knees, and kind usage scarce gets us two good-morrows.
Phor. If ever there were a Sybil at sixteen, this lady is one. By this day, you have a high place in my heart.
Ire. In your heart!
Phor. Nay, despise it not, you'll find good company there.
Ire. But I love to be alone.
Phor. And I would fain meet you when you are so. Will you give me leave to speak with your scholar? [Hermione and Acanthe above.
Ire. If you be his friend, teach him to be wise.
Phor. For your sake, I will do all I can. Ergasto, wilt thou be happy? Marry this lady! Wilt thou be revenged on thy proud mistress? Marry her! Wilt thou be sure to father wise children? Do as I bid thee.
Erg. I will deal truly with thee: she has taken my heart out of Hermione's keeping.
Phor. Be thankful, and bestow it upon her in recompense; she will accept it, doubt not; she has taken such pains to redeem it. Look how she casts her eyes upon thee! She's thine own for ever, and has been long.