Emil. Yes, you may hope, but it is as Creditors may hope for the debts from men that are undone; if ever I am Mistris of my heart again, I shall remember what I owe you.
Court. Though this acknowledgement is more than I deserve, pressed by my love, as Beggars are by want, I still shall trouble you, there is but poor relief in gentle words.
Emil. But still in vain Beggars from them Charity implore, Who have given all they had away before.
Court. May I not know the happy man, to whom you have given your heart? I wish—
Emil. What do you wish?
Court. The gift as welcome to him, as it wou’d have been to me.
Near the end of the play, the same characters are again alone together upon the stage.
Court. Pardon me, Madam, if I trouble you once more with my unwelcome sute, let me but know the man you love.
Emil. You cannot be his enemy I’m sure.
Court. No, though he robs me of all my happiness, I shou’d but make myself more miserable by offending him, for whose misfortunes you must grieve.