Sir LUKE.
And yet, for these six months, I have conceal'd a secret, that touches you near, very near—
SERJEANT.
Me near! That was wrong, very wrong; friends should have all things in common.
Sir LUKE.
That's what I said to myself; Sir Luke, says I, open your heart to your friend; but to tell you the truth, what sealed up my lips, was the fear that this secret should make you sulky and sad.
SERJEANT.
Me sulky and sad! ha! ha! how little you know of me.
Sir LUKE.
Swear then that you won't be uneasy.