To please me outstrips in its subtlety
My power of being pleased: herself creates
The want she means to satisfy. My heart
Prefers your suit to her as 'twere its own.
Can I say more?

MERTOUN. No more--thanks, thanks--no more!

TRESHAM. This matter then discussed...

MERTOUN. --We'll waste no breath
On aught less precious. I'm beneath the roof
Which holds her: while I thought of that, my speech
To you would wander--as it must not do,
Since as you favour me I stand or fall.
I pray you suffer that I take my leave!

TRESHAM. With less regret 'tis suffered, that again
We meet, I hope, so shortly.

MERTOUN. We? again?--
Ah yes, forgive me--when shall... you will crown
Your goodness by forthwith apprising me
When... if... the lady will appoint a day
For me to wait on you--and her.

TRESHAM. So soon
As I am made acquainted with her thoughts
On your proposal--howsoe'er they lean--
A messenger shall bring you the result.