Might yield a fruitful harvest of content
For all your noble travail, in the purchase
Of her that's still your servant; by these lips,
Which pardon me that I presume to kiss——
Sforza. O swear, for ever swear!
Marcelia. I ne'er will seek
Delight but in your pleasure; and desire,
When you are sated[130] with all earthly glories,
And age and honours make you fit for heaven,
That one grave may receive us.