Margaret is flown.
_Lovel_.

Upon what pretence?
_Wood_.

Neglect on my part: which it seems she has had the wit to discover, maugre all my pains to conceal it.
_Lovel_.

Then, you confess the charge?
_Wood_.

To say the truth, my love for her has of late stopped short on this side idolatry.
_Lovel_.