VANE. Alone?
WOFF. In company and solitude. What has annoyed you?
VANE. Nothing.
WOFF. Never try to conceal anything from me. I know the map of your face. These fourteen days you have been subject to some adverse influence; and to-day I have discovered whose it is.
VANE. No influence can ever shake yours.
WOFF. Dear friend, for your own sake, not mine; trust your own heart, eyes, and judgment.
VANE. I do. I love you; your face is the shrine of sincerity, truth, and candour. I alone know you: your flatterers do not—your detractors—oh! curse them!
WOFF. You see what men are! Have I done ill to hide the riches of my heart from the heartless, and keep them all for one honest man, who will be my friend, I hope, as well as my lover?
VANE. Ah, that is my ambition.
WOFF. We actresses make good the old proverb, “Many lovers, but few friends.” And oh! it is we who need a friend. Will you be mine?