Cham. I could embrace thee for that very notion:

Chap. I can be no man's foe.

Cham. Then pr'ythee, tell me;

Chap. Love your sister?

Cham. Ay, love her.

Chap. Either he loves her, or he much has wrong'd her.

Cham. How wrong'd her? have a care; for this may lay

Chap. Ay, sir, wrong'd her.

Cham. This is a secret worth a monarch's fortune:

Chap. I would hide nothing from you willingly.

Cham. By the reverenc'd soul

Chap. I see your temper's mov'd and I will trust you.

Cham. Wilt thou?

Chap. I will; but if it ever 'scape you——

Cham. It never shall.

Chap. Then, this good day, when all the house was busy,

Cham. What, met them in the grove together?

Chap. I, by their own appointment, met them there,

Cham. How! married?

Chap. Yes, sir.

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