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.
