“Have I not told you?”
“Tell it me all again a thousand times; and a thousand times my tears shall drop like hot rain upon that winter, until not a speck of frost is left to upbraid me.”
“It is already melted in your arms. O, love! am I not a villain?”
“If you are, I love a villain.”
“Isabel?”
“My dear lord?”
“Think always well of that other.”
“I obey my lord.”
“He is a noble heart—princely, magnanimous. He deserves you more than I.”
“Well, he has his deserts to keep him.”