The one will swim, where sinks the other one?
Wal. The drift of this?
Heart. Do you not guess it?
Wal. Humph!
Heart. If you would train a maid to live in town,
Breed her not in the country!
Wal. Say you so?
And stands she not the test?
Heart. As snow stands fire!
Your country maid has melted all away,
And plays the city lady to the height;
Her mornings gives to mercers, milliners,
Shoemakers, jewellers, and haberdashers;
Her noons, to calls; her afternoons, to dressing;
Evenings, to plays and drums; and nights, to routs,
Balls, masquerades! Sleep only ends the riot,
Which waking still begins!
Wal. I'm all amaze!
How bears Sir Thomas this?
Heart. Why, patiently;
Though one can see with pain.
Wal. She loves him? Ha!
That shrug is doubt! She'd ne'er consent to wed him
Unless she loved him!--never! Her young fancy
The pleasures of the town--new things--have caught,
Anon their hold will slacken; she'll become
Her former self again; to its old train
Of sober feelings will her heart return;
And then she'll give it wholly to the man
Her virgin wishes chose!
Heart.
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