Green. Much--very much.
Sir Wil. Think'st we may venture draw our chairs apart
A little more from Master Waller?
W. Green. Yes.
He'll bring it to a scene! Dear--dear Sir William,
How much I am obliged to him! A scene!
Gods, we shall have a scene!--Good Master Waller,
Your leave I pray you for a minute, while
Sir William says a word or two to me. -
He durst not trust his tongue for jealousy!--[Aside.]
Now, dear Sir William!
Sir Wil. You must promise me
You will not think me vain.
W. Green. No fear of that.
Sir Wil. Nor given to boast.
W. Green. O! dear Sir William!
Sir Wil. Nor
A flirt!
W. Green. O! who would take you for a flirt?
Sir Wil. How very kind you are!
W. Green. Go on, Sir William.
Sir Wil. Upon my life, I fear you'll think me vain!
I'm covered with confusion at the thought
Of what I've done. 'Twas very, very wrong
To promise you the story of the ring;
Men should not talk of such things.
W. Green. Such as what?
As ladies' favours?
Sir Wil. 'Pon my life, I feel
As I were like to sink into the earth.
W. Green. A lady then it was gave you the ring?
Sir Wil. Don't ask me to say yes, but only scan
The inside of the ring.--How much she's moved. [Aside.
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