WOFF. I do, madam—and I could consent never more to see your—Mr. Vane.
MABEL. Ah, but will you give me back his heart? What will his presence be to me if his love remain behind?
WOFF. But, how, madam?
MABEL. The magnet can repel as well as attract—you who can enchant—can you not break your own spell?
WOFF. You ask much of me!
MABEL. Alas, I do!
WOFF. But I could do even this.
MABEL. You could!
WOFF. And perhaps if you—who have not only touched my heart, but won my respect, say to me—“do so,” I shall do it (Mabel clasps her hands). There is only one way—but that way is simple. Mr. Vane thinks better of me than I deserve—I have only to make him (with a trembling lip) believe me worse than I am, and he will return to you, and love you better, far better, for having known, admired, and despised, Peg Woffington.