VALENTINE, ANGELICA, JENNY.
ANG. Well, have you been there?—Come hither.
JENNY. Yes, madam; Sir Sampson will wait upon you presently. [_Aside
to_ ANGELICA.]
VAL. You are not leaving me in this uncertainty?
ANG. Would anything but a madman complain of uncertainty? Uncertainty
and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing, and
the overtaking and possessing of a wish discovers the folly of the chase.
Never let us know one another better, for the pleasure of a masquerade is
done when we come to show our faces; but I’ll tell you two things before
I leave you: I am not the fool you take me for; and you are mad and don’t
know it.