How could you do’t?
Vic. I never loved a maid;
For she I loved, was then a maid no more.
Pre. How know you that?
Vic. A little bird in the air
Whispered the secret.
Pre. There, take back your gold!
Your hand is cold, like a deceiver’s hand!
There is no blessing in its charity!
Make her your wife, for you have been abused;