San. I'll be degraded first.
Cle. Well, I'm resolv'd.
San. But when, sweet madam? Name
The moment.
Cle. Never: for now I weigh things better;
The antidote 'gainst fear is innocence.
San. Will you delude my hopes then? Pity, madam,
A heart that withers if denied this favour.
Cle. In pity I may be induced to much;
And, since you urge compassion, I will meet.
San. Where, excellent madam?
Cle. I' th' sycamore-walk.
San. The minute! O, the minute!
Cle. An hour hence.