I'm lost unless your gentleness vouchsafes"...
TRESHAM... "To give a best of best accounts, yourself,
Of me and my demerits." You are right!
He should have said what now I say for him.
Yon golden creature, will you help us all?
Here's Austin means to vouch for much, but you
--You are... what Austin only knows! Come up,
All three of us: she's in the library
No doubt, for the day's wearing fast. Precede!
GUENDOLEN. Austin, how we must--!
TRESHAM. Must what? Must speak truth,
Malignant tongue! Detect one fault in him!
I challenge you!
GUENDOLEN. Witchcraft's a fault in him,
For you're bewitched.
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.
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