Ternissa. How could you dare to treat me in this manner? I did not say again I hated anything.
Epicurus. Forgive me!
Ternissa. Violent creature!
Epicurus. If tenderness is violence. Forgive me; and say you love me.
Ternissa. All at once? could you endure such boldness?
Epicurus. Pronounce it! whisper it.
Ternissa. Go, go. Would it be proper?
Epicurus. Is that sweet voice asking its heart or me? let the worthier give the answer.
Ternissa. O Epicurus! you are very, very dear to me; and are the last in the world that would ever tell you were called so.