Ah, love, if ye would thereto agree
I would fain see it.
MOONEN
To consent I am not glad.—
By Lucifer’s rump, I am sore adrad
Lest in the play she behold some virtuous condition
Whereof haply she may catch contrition.
By Lucifer, then were my high designs brought low.
EMMA
Ay, Moonen, let me hear it.