Why, Valingford, was it not enough for thee
To be a rival twixt me and my love,
But counsell her, to my no small disgrace,
That, when I came to talk with her of love,
She should seem deaf, as faining not to hear?

VALINGFORD.
But hath she, Mountney, used thee as thou sayest?

MOUNTNEY.
Thou knowest too well she hath:
Wherein thou couldest not do me greater injury.

VALINGFORD.
Then I perceive we are deluded both.
For when I offered many gifts of Gold,
And Jewels to entreat for love,
She hath refused them with a coy disdain,
Alledging that she could not see the Sun.
The same conjectured I to be thy drift,
That faining so she might be rid of me.

MOUNTNEY.
The like did I by thee. But are not these
Naturall impediments?

VALINGFORD.
In my conjecture merely counterfeit:
Therefore lets join hands in friendship once again,
Since that the jar grew only by conjecture.