Dor. Oh, Geoffrey, what is this?
Geof. A ring that I have brought thee from Venice, where there are cunning workers in such matters. Let it stay there in earnest of another ring of plainer workmanship that is not beyond the craft of our English goldsmiths to fashion.
Dor. But I know not if I may wear it. It is a vanity—but it is very beautiful. See how it shineth! Oh, pity that I may not wear it, for in truth it is very beautiful.
Geof. Thou hast a silver chain with thy mother’s locket on thy neck. Wear it on thy chain. Will it be a vanity if it is Concealed beneath thy kerchief?
Dor. Nay; for none will know of it. (Withdraws a silver locket from her bosom). See, the clasp will not hold them both. Stay! the locket shall be thine, and thy ring shall take its place. (Detaches locket and gives it to him. He kisses her.)
Enter Dan’l Druce. They stand confused.
Dan. (after a pause, sighs deeply). Tell me all about it, my pretty.
Geof. Master Dan’l—I——
Dan. No, lad—no—not from thee. I’d liefer hear it from my pretty.
Dor. (going to him and putting her arms round his neck) Dear father, Geoffrey hath told me that he loveth me, and would fain take me to be his wife——