Chris. What do you mean? are you a-weary of that title?
Val. I am ashamed of it, since it grows common. [Going out.
Chris. Nay, you will not, shall not go.
Val. My stay might give him jealousy, and so do you injury, and him the greatest in the world: heavens forbid! I would not make a man jealous; for though you call a thousand vows, and oaths, and tears to witness (as you safely may), that you have not the least of love for me, yet if he ever knew how I have loved you, sure he would not, could not believe you.
Chris. I do confess, your riddle is too hard for me to solve; therefore you are obliged to do't yourself.
Val. I wish it were capable of any other interpretation than what you know already.
Chris. Is this that generous good Valentine? who has disguised him so? [Weeps.
Vin. Nay, I must withhold you then. [Stops Valentine going out.] Methinks she should be innocent; her tongue, and eyes, together with that flood that swells 'em, do vindicate her heart.
Val. They show but their long practice of dissimulation. [Going out.