Begone! If my sex could with decency be
provoked to any outburst of rage, I would let you know what it was to
treat me thus.
VAL. (_To Mascarille_). It is all over with us; her anger cannot be
appeased.
MASC. Let me speak to her. Prithee, madam, what is the good of all these
excuses? What are you thinking of? And what strange whim makes you thus
oppose your own happiness? If your father were a harsh parent, the case
would be different, but he listens to reason; and he himself has assured
me that if you would but confess the truth, his affection would grant
you everything. I believe you are a little ashamed frankly to
acknowledge that you have yielded to love; but if you have lost a
trifling amount of freedom, everything will be set to rights again by a
good marriage. Your great love for Valere may be blamed a little, but
the mischief is not so great as if you had murdered a man. We all know
that flesh is frail, and that a maid is neither stock nor stone. You
were not the first, that is certain; and you will not be the last, I
dare say.
LUC. What! can you listen to this shameless talk, and make no reply to
these indignities?
ALB. What would you have me say? This affair puts me quite beside
myself.
MASC. Upon my word, madam, you ought to have confessed all before now.
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