TRESHAM. What's urgent we obtain
Is, that she soon receive him--say, to-morrow--,
Next day at furthest.

GUENDOLEN. Ne'er instruct me!

TRESHAM. Come!
--He's out of your good graces, since forsooth,
He stood not as he'd carry us by storm
With his perfections! You're for the composed
Manly assured becoming confidence!
--Get her to say, "to-morrow," and I'll give you...
I'll give you black Urganda, to be spoiled
With petting and snail-paces. Will you? Come!


SCENE III.
--MILDRED'S Chamber. A Painted Window overlooks the Park

MILDRED and GUENDOLEN

GUENDOLEN. Now, Mildred, spare those pains. I have not left
Our talkers in the library, and climbed
The wearisome ascent to this your bower
In company with you,--I have not dared...
Nay, worked such prodigies as sparing you
Lord Mertoun's pedigree before the flood,
Which Thorold seemed in very act to tell
--Or bringing Austin to pluck up that most
Firm-rooted heresy--your suitor's eyes,