Yet I confess
To more than forty!
W. Green. Do you say so? Well,
I'll never guess a man's age by his looks
Again.--Poor Master Waller! He must writhe
To hear I think Sir William is so young.
I'll turn his visit yet to more account.--[Aside.]
A handsome ring, Sir William, that you wear!
Sir Wil. Pray look at it.
W. Green. The mention of a ring
Will take away his breath.
Wal. She must be mine
Whate'er her terms! [Aside.]
W. Green. I'll steal a look at him!
Wal. What! though it be the ring?--the marriage ring?
If that she sticks at, she deserves to wear it
Oh, the debate which love and prudence hold! [Aside.]
W. Green. How highly he is wrought upon! His hands
Are clenched!--I warrant me his frame doth shake!
Poor Master Waller! I have filled his heart
Brimful with passion for me. The delight
Of proving thus my power!
Sir Wil. Dear Widow Green! -
She hears not! How the ring hath set her thinking!
I'll try and make her jealous. [Aside.]--Widow Green!
W. Green. Sir William Fondlove!
Sir Wil. Would you think that ring
Could tell a story?
W. Green. Could it? Ah, Sir William,
I fear you are a rogue.
Sir Wil. O no!
W. Green. You are!
Sir Wil. No, on my honour! Would you like to hear
The story of the ring?
W.
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