me be naught. [Going.]

HEART. Damn her, let her go, and a good riddance. Yet so much
tenderness and beauty and honesty together is a jewel. Stay,
Silvia--But then to marry; why, every man plays the fool once in
his life. But to marry is playing the fool all one's life long.

SILV. What did you call me for?

HEART. I'll give thee all I have, and thou shalt live with me in
everything so like my wife, the world shall believe it. Nay, thou
shalt think so thyself--only let me not think so.

SILV. No, I'll die before I'll be your whore--as well as I love
you.

HEART. [Aside.] A woman, and ignorant, may be honest, when 'tis
out of obstinacy and contradiction. But, s'death, it is but a may
be, and upon scurvy terms. Well, farewell then--if I can get out
of sight I may get the better of myself.

SILV. Well--good-bye. [Turns and weeps.]

HEART. Ha! Nay, come, we'll kiss at parting. [Kisses her.] By
heaven, her kiss is sweeter than liberty. I will marry thee.
There, thou hast done't. All my resolves melted in that kiss--one
more.

SILV. But when?