Whether upon the score of love or hate,
With you and you alone I settle, sir.
We've gone too far. 'Twere folly now to part
Without a reckoning.

Clif. Just as you please.

Wal. You've done
A noble lady wrong.

Clif. That lady, sir,
Has done me wrong.

Wal. Go to, thou art a boy
Fit to be trusted with a plaything, not
A woman's heart. Thou knowest not what it is!
And that I'll prove to thee, soon as we find
Convenient place. Come on, sir! you shall get
A lesson that shall serve you for the rest
Of your life. I'll make you own her, sir, a piece
Of Nature's handiwork, as costly, free
From bias, flaw, and fair, as ever yet
Her cunning hand turned out. Come on, sir! come!

[They go out.]



ACT III.