Therefore, I say, I doubt this welcoming. [_Exeunt._]



SCENE II.

[_Last Cut._] [_2nd Grooves._]

_An Apartment in a Manor House._

_Enter BASIL WALTON and FLORENCE, R._

_Basil._ [_following Florence._] I'll break thy haughty spirit!

_Flor._ Will you, sir?--
'Tis base, ungentle, and unmannerly,
Because, forsooth, you covet my poor wealth,
Which likes me not, as I care not for it,
To persecute a helpless girl like me.

_Basil._ I will protect thee; but accept my love.
Nay, do not frown so.

_Flor._ Love! say'st thou? Profane,
Vile misuse of that sacred word. Away!
Touch not my hand with your cold fingers--Off!

_Basil._ Thou foolish child, wouldst throw thyself away
Upon some beggar? were he here, perchance
Thy cousin Arthur? Come, our lands unite,