Must find a more than bare Respect from me;
But [certain ’tis] I ne’er shall love again,
And have resolv’d never to marry any,
Where Interest, and not Love, must join our hands.
Ant. You cannot tell what Power there lies in Beauty;
Come, you shall see her, and if after that,
You find you cannot love her,
We’ll both to Candia, where we both will prove
Rivals in Honour, as we’re now in Love.
—But I’ad forgot to tell thee what I came for;