LADY PLIANT

Nay , nay, rise up. Corne, you shall see my good nature. I know Love is powerful, and nobody can help his passion. 'lis not your fault; nor I swear it is not mine. — How can I help it, if I bave charms ? And how can you help it if you are made a captive ? I swear it is pity it should be a fault. — But my honour I — Well , but your honour too. — But the sin I — Well, but the necessity. — Lord, bore is somebody coming. I dare not slay. Well, you must consider of your crime, and strive as much as can be against il. — Strive, besure. — But don't be melancoly, don't despair.— But never think that VU grànt you anything. Lord, no. — But be sure you lay aside ail thoughts of the marriage; for though I know you don't love Cynthia, only as a blind for your passion for me, ye; it will make me jealous. — Lord, what did I say? Jealous! No, no ; I can't be jealous, for I must not love you. — Therefore don't hope. — But don*t d^ppair neither. — 0, tbcy are coming ; I must (îy.