He was a dear boy. A boy who loved a young maid very truly; a boy that found the maid’s father too strong and shrewd for desperate young lovers—eh, how long ago it seems and what a flood of tears the poor maid shed at being parted from that dear boy.
FALSTAFF
Faith! the rogue had his good points.
LADY SYLVIA
Ah, John, you have not forgotten, I know and you will believe me that I am heartily sorry for the pain I brought into your life.
FALSTAFF
My wounds heal easily—
LADY SYLVIA
For though my dear dead father was too wise for us, and knew it was for the best that I should not accept your love, believe me John, I always knew the value of it and have held it an honor that any woman must prize.
FALSTAFF