LOVE. What dost thou call false? Is there a treachery beyond what thou hast done? When I had given my fame, my fortune, myself, and my husband's honour, all in one obligation, a sacrifice to that passion which thou seem'dst to labour with despair of, to tell and brag of a conquest o'er a woman, fooled by her passion, and lost in her love to thee? unworthy---- [_She turns away her head._ JOLLY. By this day, 'tis as false as he that said it. Hang him, son of a bachelor! a slave that, envying my fortune in such a happiness as your love and chaste embraces, took this way to ruin it. Come, dry your eyes, and let the guilty weep: if I were guilty, I durst as soon approach a constable drunk, as come here. You know I am your slave. LOVE. You swore so, and honour made me leave to triumph over your miseries. JOLLY. Do you repent that I am happy? if you do, command my death. LOVE. Nay, never weep, or sit sadly: I am friends, so you will only talk and discourse; for 'tis your company I only covet. JOLLY. No, you cannot forgive, because you have injur'd me: 'tis right woman's justice, accuse first; and harder to reconcile when they are guilty than when they are innocent; or else you would not turn from me thus. LOVE. You know your youth hath a strong power over me: turn those bewitching eyes away; I cannot see them with safety of mine honour. JOLLY. Come, you shall not hide your face: there's a charm in it against those that come burnt with unchaste fires; for let but your eyes or nose drop upon his heart, it would burn it up, or quench it straight. LOVE. No cogging, you have injured me; and now, though my love plead, I must be deaf; my honour bids me; for you will not fear again to prove unworthy, when you find I am so easy to forgive. Why, you will not be uncivil? [JOLLY _kisses her, and she shoves him away with her mouth_. JOLLY. So, the storm is laid! I must have those pearls. She shoved me away with her mouth! I'll to her again. [_Aside._] LOVE. Where are you? what do you take me for? why, you will not be uncivil? [_Still as he offers to touch her, she starts as if he plucked up her coats._ JOLLY. Uncivil! by thy chaste self I cannot, chick: thou hast such a terror, such a guard in those eyes, I dare not approach thee, nor can I gaze upon so much fire. Prythee, sirrah, let me hide me from their power here. LOVE. You presume upon the weakness of our sex. What shall I say or do, tyrant love? JOLLY. There's a charm in those pearls! pull them off: if they have a frost in them, let me wear them, and then we are both safe. LOVE. I would you had taken them sooner! I had then been innocent, and might with whiteness have worn my love, which I shall ne'er outlive. JOLLY. Dear, do not too fast pour in my joys, lest I too soon reach my heaven. LOVE. Begone, then, lest we prove (having gained that height) this sad truth in love, _The first minute after noon is night._