_Flor._ Why doubt us?
Ah! cousin, I have heard you have been wild,
And so think women false, as you deceive them.

_Arth._ That you have heard is false!

_Flor._ I thought so. Now
I could indeed imagine it were true.
Because, perchance, you've lightly won some hearts,
Thus you must be severe and scoff at all,
As if you had good reason!--It is proof
Of an ungenerous mind or scatter'd heart.

_Arth._ Fair cousin, at your feet I would recant
Mine error.

_Flor._ 'Tis polite, sir, thus to yield
All your experience.

_Arth._ Nay, then! Do you not
Believe a man may once love faithfully?

_Flor._ 'Twere base to doubt it--yet I think not you:
You know you could not tell if it were true,
Your love might be a jest. [_She goes up the stage._]

_Arth._ [_following FLORENCE._] By heaven! No.

[_WILLIAM and BARBARA come forward._]