Pre. There’s a fair lady at the court, who loves you,
And for yourself alone.
Vic. Fie! the old story!
Tell me a better fortune for my gold;
Not this old woman’s tale!
Pre. You’re passionate;
And this same passionate humor in your blood
Has marred your fortune. Yes; I see it now;
The line of life is crossed by many marks.
Shame! shame! O you have wronged the maid who loved you!