W. Green. What! a blue-stocking?
Sir Wil. I see--she'll come to calling names at last.--[Aside.]
I should offend myself to quote the term.
But, to return, for yet I have not done;
And further yet may go, then progress on
That she was young, that she was beautiful.
A wit and learned are naught to what's to come -
She had a heart! -
W. Green. [Who during SIR WILLIAM'S speech has turned gradually.]
What, Master Waller gone! [Aside.]
Sir Wil. I say she had a heart -
W. Green. [Starting up--SIR WILLIAM also.] A plague upon her!
Sir Wil. I knew she would break out! [Aside.]
W. Green. Here, take the ring. It has ruined me!
Sir Wil. I vow thou hast no cause
For anger!
W. Green. Have I not? I am undone,
And all about that bauble of a ring.
Sir Wil. You're right, it is a bauble.
W. Green. And the minx
That gave it thee!
Sir Wil. You're right, she was a minx.
I knew she'd come to calling names at last. [Aside.]
W. Green. Sir William Fondlove, leave me.
Sir Wil. Widow Green! -
W. Green. You have undone me, sir!
Sir Wil. Don't say so! Don't!
It was a girl--a child gave me the ring!
W. Green. Do you hear me, sir? I bade you leave me.
Sir Wil. If
I thought you were so jealous -
W.
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