Sir Philip. Why then seek to change it into hate?
Handy, jun. Confidence seldom generates hate—Mistrust always.
Sir Philip. Most true.
Handy, jun. I am not impelled by curiosity to ask your friendship. I scorn so mean a motive. Believe me, sir, the folly and levity of my character proceed merely from the effervescence of my heart—you will find its substance warm, steady, and sincere.
Sir Philip. I believe it from my soul.—Yes, you shall hear my story; I will lay before your view the agony, with which this wretched bosom is loaded.
Handy, jun. I am proud of your confidence, and am prepared to receive it.
Sir Philip. Not here—let me lead you to the eastern part of the castle, my young friend—mark me: This is no common trust I repose in you; for I place my life in your hands.
Handy, jun. And the pledge I give for its security is, what alone gives value to life, my honour.
[Exeunt.