Enter Sanmartino, winding up his watch.
The just man of his promise! Not a minute
He fails when sin's the payment.
Flo. I'll endanger
His virtue to a blush, and happily
Convert an infidel.
Cle. This is my province,
Nor shall you envy me the honour of
A work so meritorious. Let him walk
Awhile, and sin with his own fancy; then
I'll undertake him, and if there be need,
Be you prepared to assist me.
Flo. Thou dost build
Such forts on the opinion of thy wit!
[Exeunt Floriana and Cleantha.
San. 'Tis a full hour, and half a minute over,
And yet she not appears! How we severe
Strict creditors in love stand on the minute,
But yet the payment never comes unwelcome;
Until the gold through age grow foul and rusty,
We stand not on a grain or two too light.
Enter Browfildora.
Now your discovery?
Brow. My lord, I have
Made search in every alley, every arbour,
Not left a bush wherein my littleness
Could creep without due scrutiny; and yet
No whispering of taffaty: no dazzling
Of your bright mistress forc'd me to a wink.
I saw no mortal beauty.