You took my arms for his!—were mine, were mine!
Porzia (who has sunk to a seat, rising).
Never!—But now I know what I have feared,
What dread it is invisibly has bound me—
Invisibly, unvariably!... I know,
And so shall break it!
Your thought has been to shadow me about
With this unceasing thing, to make me so
Believe—and so obtain me!
Your voice, eyes, lips and being with this purpose