Davenant.Noll has no doubts concerning me, you think?
Rochester.No, you would be in prison if he had
Your name upon his list.
Scene 12.—Davenant, Lord Rochester, Dame Guggligoy.
Dame Guggligoy [to Rochester.
Well, well, good sir! do you your sweetheart shun
So soon?
Davenant [recoiling.] Whom has she in her vitreous eye,
In Heaven's name?
Dame Guggligoy [to Rochester.
Alas! I tear my hair,
I call, I weep, I pine away, I die,
I utter mournful moans that well might cleave
A heart as hard as flint, and you come not!
Ah! poor abandoned me! Can it be true
That your hot ardour has already passed?
Behold my tears! My heart doth melt away
In water!
Rochester [turning his eyes away, aside.
Heaven! what a shocking face!—
Is this buffoonery or melancholy?
[In an undertone, to Davenant, pointing to Guggligoy.
What say you to the lady?
Davenant [in an undertone.] Who is she,
This spectre?
Rochester [still in an undertone.
She's my wife.
Davenant [laughing.] Your wife? Ha! ha!
Rochester.Upon my honour, yes. Come, poet mine,
