Capt. This counsel makes her hate him more than she loved before. These are troubles those that love are subject to; while we look on and laugh, to see both thus slaved, while we are free.
Care. My prayers still shall be, Lord deliver me from love.
Capt. 'Tis plague, pestilence, famine, sword, and sometimes sudden death.
Sad. Yet I love, I must love, I will love, and I do love.
Capt. In the present tense.
Wid. No more of this argument, for love's sake.
Capt. By any means, madam, give him leave to love: and you are resolved to walk tied up in your own arms, with your love as visible in your face as your mistress's colours in your hat; that any porter at Charing Cross may take you like a letter at the carrier's, and having read the superscription, deliver Master Sad to the fair hands of Mistress or My Lady Such-a-one, lying at the sign of the Hard Heart.
Plea. And she, if she has wit (as I believe she hath), will scarce pay the post for the packet.
Wid. Treason! how now, niece? join with the enemy?
[They give the Captain wine.