Act III, Scene vii:
Florence. A room in the WIDOW'S house.

[Enter HELENA and Widow.]

HELENA:

If you misdoubt me that I am not she,

I know not how I shall assure you further,

But I shall lose the grounds I work upon.

WIDOW:

Though my estate be fallen, I was well born,

Nothing acquainted with these businesses;

And would not put my reputation now

In any staining act.

HELENA:

Nor would I wish you.

First give me trust, the count he is my husband,

And what to your sworn counsel I have spoken

Is so from word to word; and then you cannot,

By the good aid that I of you shall borrow,

Err in bestowing it.

WIDOW:

I should believe you;

For you have show'd me that which well approves

You're great in fortune.

HELENA:

Take this purse of gold,

And let me buy your friendly help thus far,

Which I will over-pay, and pay again

When I have found it. The count he woos your daughter

Lays down his wanton siege before her beauty,

Resolv'd to carry her: let her in fine, consent,

As we'll direct her how 'tis best to bear it,

Now his important blood will naught deny

That she'll demand: a ring the county wears,

That downward hath succeeded in his house

From son to son, some four or five descents

Since the first father wore it: this ring he holds

In most rich choice; yet, in his idle fire,

To buy his will, it would not seem too dear,

Howe'er repented after.

WIDOW:

Now I see

The bottom of your purpose.

HELENA:

You see it lawful then: it is no more

But that your daughter, ere she seems as won,

Desires this ring; appoints him an encounter;

In fine, delivers me to fill the time,

Herself most chastely absent; after this,

To marry her, I'll add three thousand crowns

To what is pass'd already.

WIDOW:

I have yielded:

Instruct my daughter how she shall persever,

That time and place, with this deceit so lawful,

May prove coherent. Every night he comes

With musics of all sorts, and songs compos'd

To her unworthiness: it nothing steads us

To chide him from our eaves; for he persists,

As if his life lay on 't.

HELENA:

Why, then, to-night

Let us assay our plot; which, if it speed,

Is wicked meaning in a lawful deed,

And lawful meaning in a lawful act;

Where both not sin, and yet a sinful fact:

But let's about it.

[Exeunt.]