Cour. I must confess, I have been something to blame that way; but if ever thou hearest more of it from my mouth after this night's adventure—would I were well out of the house!
Sylv. Have a care of swearing, I beseech you; for you must understand that, spite of my teeth, I am at last fallen in love most unmercifully.
Cour. And dost thou imagine I am so hard-hearted a villain as to have no compassion of thee?
Sylv. No, for I hope he's a man you can have no exceptions against.
Cour. Yes, yes, the man is a man, I'll assure you, that's one comfort.
Sylv. Who do you think it may be now? try if you can guess him.
Cour. Whoever he is, he's an honest fellow, I'll warrant him, and I believe will not think himself very unhappy neither.
Sylv. If a fortune of five thousand pounds, pleasant nights, and quiet days, can make him happy, I assure you he may be so; but try once to guess at him.
Cour. But if I should be mistaken?
Sylv. Why, who is it you would wish me to?