She's quite restored,
Leave us!--Why cast'st thou that uneasy look?
Why linger'st thou? I'm not alone with her.
My honour's with her too. I would not wrong her.
Alice. And if thou wouldst, thou'rt not thy mother's son.
[Goes out.]
Wal. You are better?
Lydia. Much!--much!
Wal. Know you him who durst
Attempt this violence in open day?
It seemed as he would force thee to his coach,
I saw attending.
Lydia. Take this letter, sir,
And send the answer--I must needs be gone.
Wal. [Throwing the letter away.] I read no letter!
Tell me, what of him
I saw offend thee?
Lydia. He hath often met me,
And by design I think, upon the street,
And tried to win mine ear, which ne'er he got
Save only by enforcement. Presents--gifts -
Of jewels and of gold to wild amount,
To win an audience, hath he proffered me;
Until, methought, my silence--for my lips
Disdained reply were question was a wrong -
Had wearied him. Oh, sir, whate'er of life
Remains to me I had foregone, ere proved
The horror of this hour!--and you it is
That have protected me?
Wal. Oh, speak not on't!
Lydia. You that have saved me from mine enemy -
Wal. I pray you to forget it.
Lydia. From a foe
More dire than he that putteth life in peril -
Wal.
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