I see the eye with which you view my grief.
'Sdeath, they will out! I would have been a man,
Had you been less a kind and gentle one.
Now, as you love me, leave me.

Ste. Never master
So well deserved the love of him that served him.

[STEPHEN goes out.]

Clif. Misfortune liketh company; it seldom
Visits its friends alone. Ha! Master Walter,
And ruffled too. I'm in no mood for him.

[Enter MASTER WALTER.]

Wal. So, Sir--Sir Thomas Clifford! what with speed
And choler--I do gasp for want of breath.

Clif. Well, Master Walter?

Wal. You're a rash young man, sir;
Strong-headed and wrong-headed, and I fear, sir,
Not over delicate in that fine sense
Which men of honour pride themselves upon!

Clif. Well, Master Walter?

Wal. A young woman's heart, sir,
Is not a stone to carve a posy on!