_True_. Fear not: come along with me. Fair Mistress Constance! _Con_. Well, sir! _Wild_. [To TRUEWORTH.] Mind! _True_. Don't fear. Love you not neighbour Wildrake? _Con_. Love, sir? _True_. Yes, You do. _Con_. He loves another, sir, he does! I hate him. We were children, sir, together For fifteen years and more; there never came The day we did not quarrel, make it up, Quarrel again, and make it up again: Were never neighbours more like neighbours, sir. Since he became a man, and I a woman, It still has been the same; nor cared I ever To give a frown to any other, sir. And now to come and tell me he's in love, And ask me to be bridemaid to his bride! How durst he do it, sir!--To fall in love! Methinks at least he might have asked my leave, Nor had I wondered had he asked myself, sir! _Wild_. Then give thyself to me! _Con_. How! what! _Wild_. Be mine, Thou art the only maid thy neighbour loves. _Con_. Art serious, neighbour Wildrake? _Wild_. In the church I'll answer thee, if thou wilt take me; though I neither dress, nor walk, nor dance, nor know "The Widow Jones" from an Italian, French, Or German air. _Con_. No more of that.--My hand. _Wild_. Givest it as free as thou didst yesterday? _Con_. [Affecting to strike him.] Nay! _Wild_. I will thank it, give it how thou wilt. _W. Green_. A triple wedding! May the Widow Green Obtain brief hearing e'er she quits the scene, The Love-Chase to your kindness to commend In favour of an old, now absent, friend!