_Har._ He afraid to lose you, madam! No, no--you may see how the most estimable and most glorious creature in the world is valued by him. Will you not see it? _Spark._ Right, honest Frank, I have that noble value for her that I cannot be jealous of her. _Alith._ You mistake him. He means, you care not for me, nor who has me. _Spark._ Lord, madam, I see you are jealous! Will you wrest a poor man's meaning from his words? _Alith._ You astonish me, sir, with your want of jealousy. _Spark._ And you make me giddy, madam, with your jealousy and fears, and virtue and honour. 'Gad, I see virtue makes a woman as troublesome as a little reading or learning. _Alith._ Monstrous! _Lucy._ Well, to see what easy husbands these women of quality can meet with! a poor chambermaid can never have such ladylike luck. Besides, he's thrown away upon her. She'll make no use of her fortune, her blessing, none to a gentleman, for a pure cuckold; for it requires good breeding to be a cuckold. [_Aside._ _Alith._ I tell you then plainly, he pursues me to marry me. _Spark._ Pshaw! _Har._ Come, madam, you see you strive in vain to make him jealous of me. My dear friend is the kindest creature in the world to me. _Spark._ Poor fellow! _Har._ But his kindness only is not enough for me, without your favour, your good opinion, dear madam: 'tis that must perfect my happiness. Good gentleman, he believes all I say: would you would do so! Jealous of me! I would not wrong him nor you for the world. _Spark._ Look you there. Hear him, hear him, and do not walk away so. [ALITHEA _walks carelessly to and fro._ _Har._ I love you, madam, so-- _Spark._ How's that? Nay, now you begin to go too far indeed. _Har._ So much, I confess, I say, I love you, that I would not have you miserable, and cast yourself away upon so unworthy and inconsiderable a thing as what you see here. [_Clapping his hand on his breast, points at_ SPARKISH. _Spark._ No, faith, I believe thou wouldst not: now his meaning is plain; but I knew before thou wouldst not wrong me, nor her. _Har._ No, no, Heavens forbid the glory of her sex should fall so low, as into the embraces of such a contemptible wretch, the least of mankind--my friend here--I injure him! [_Embracing_ SPARKISH. _Alith._ Very well. _Spark._ No, no, dear friend, I knew it.--Madam, you see he will rather wrong himself than me, in giving himself such names. _Alith._ Do not you understand him yet? _Spark._ Yes: how modestly he speaks of himself, poor fellow! _Alith._ Methinks he speaks impudently of yourself, since--before yourself too; insomuch that I can no longer suffer his scurrilous abusiveness to you, no more than his love to me. [_Offers to go._ _Spark._ Nay, nay, madam, pray stay--his love to you! Lord, madam, has he not spoke yet plain enough? _Alith._ Yes, indeed, I should think so.