makes the face, where beauty is already,
Quite irresistible!

_Sir Wil_. That's hitting hard. [Aside.]
Dear Widow Green, don't say so! On my life
You flatter me. You almost make me blush.

_W. Green_. I durst not turn to Master Waller now,
Nor need I. I can fancy how he looks!
I warrant me he scowls on poor Sir William,
As he could eat him up. I must improve
His discontent, and so make sure of him.--[Aside.]
I flatter you, Sir William! O, you men!
You men, that talk so meek, and all the while
Do know so well your power! Who would think
You had a marriageable daughter! You
Did marry very young.

_Sir Wil_. A boy!--a boy!
Who knew not his own mind.

_W. Green_. Your daughter's twenty.
Come, you at least were twenty when you married;
That makes you forty.

_Sir Wil_. O dear! Widow Green.

_W. Green_. Not forty?

_Sir Wil_. You do quite embarrass me!
I own I have the feelings of a boy,
The freshness and the glow of spring-time, yet,--
The relish yet for my young schooldays' sports;
Could whip a top--could shoot at taw--could play
At prison-bars and leapfrog--so I might--
Not with a limb, perhaps, as supple, but
With quite as supple will. Yet I confess
To more than forty!

_W. Green_. Do you say so? Well,
I'll never guess a man's age by his looks
Again.--Poor Master Waller! He must writhe
To hear I think Sir William is so young.
I'll turn his visit yet to more account.--[Aside.]
A handsome ring, Sir William, that you wear!

_Sir Wil_. Pray look at it.

_W. Green_. The mention of a ring
Will take away his breath.

_Wal_. She must be mine
Whate'er her terms! [Aside.]

_W. Green_. I'll steal a look at him!

_Wal_. What! though it be the ring?--the marriage ring?
If that she sticks at, she deserves to wear it
Oh, the debate which love and prudence hold! [Aside.]

_W. Green_. How highly he is wrought upon! His hands
Are clenched!--I warrant me his frame doth shake!
Poor Master Waller! I have filled his heart
Brimful with passion for me. The delight
Of proving thus my power!

_Sir Wil_. Dear Widow Green!--
She hears not! How the ring hath set her thinking!
I'll try and make her jealous. [Aside.]--Widow Green!

_W. Green_. Sir William Fondlove!

_Sir Wil_. Would you think that ring
Could tell a story?

_W. Green_. Could it? Ah, Sir William,
I fear you are a rogue.

_Sir Wil_. O no!

_W. Green_. You are!

_Sir Wil_. No, on my honour! Would you lik