Frank. Prithee take that along with thee, [Handing his sword to Winnifred.] and haste thee
To the hill’s top; I’ll be there instantly.
Sus. No haste, I prithee; slowly as thou canst— [Exit Winnifred.
Pray let him obey me now; ’tis happily
His last service to me: my power is e’en
A-going out of sight.
Frank. Why would you delay?
We have no other business now but to part.
Sus. And will not that, sweetheart, ask a long time?
Methinks it is the hardest piece of work
That e’er I took in hand.
Frank. Fie, fie! why, look,
I’ll make it plain and easy to you—farewell! [Kisses her.
Sus. Ah, ’las, I’m not half perfect in it yet;
I must have it read o’er an hundred times:
Pray you take some pains; I confess my dulness.
Frank. [Aside.] What a thorn this rose grows on! Parting were sweet;
But what a trouble ’twill be to obtain it!—
Come, again and again, farewell!—[Kisses her.] Yet wilt return?
All questions of my journey, my stay, employment,
And revisitation, fully I have answered all;
There’s nothing now behind but—nothing.
Sus. And
That nothing is more hard than anything,
Than all the everythings. This request—
Frank. What is’t?