One must refuse at first, you know, for decency.
[Exit.
Eglantine.
In Valentine's disguise I'll see this beauty he would venture for;—for, should he conquer in the fight, how many Cupids smiling, through her tears, may aim at Valentine! And, shou'd he fall——
Agatha.
It wou'd be a sad thing, truly, my dear lady; but how will your going help it?
Eglantine.
There is a prophecy, that no man nursed by woman can subdue this pagan—Perhaps it is his fate to fall by woman.
Agatha.
He wou'dn't be the first if he did, madam.