SHE.—Get out!
HE.—But try me, madam; time indeed will show
Unto what lengths to serve you I would go.
SHE.—Go.
HE.—We both have power,—’tis doubtful which is greater;
These crooked words had better be made straighter.
SHE.—Traighter (Traitor.)
HE.—Farewell! and never in this friendly strain
(My proffer’d aid foregone) I breathe again!
SHE.—Gone. I breathe again!