Vir. Whither will this woman?
Asc. Take heed my friend.
Mart. Look as thou scorn'dst my cruelty:
I know thou dost.
Vir. I never fear'd nor flatter'd.
Mart. No if thou hadst, thou hadst died, and I had gloried.
I suffer now, and thou which art my prisoner,
Hast nobly won the free power to despise me.
I love thee, and admire thee for thy Nobleness;
And, for thy manly sufferance, am thy servant.
Vir. Good Lady, mock me not.
Mart. By heaven I love thee;
And by the soul of love, am one piece with thee.
Thy mind, thy mind; thy brave, thy manly mind:
That like a Rock, stands all the storms of fortune,
And beats 'em roaring back they cannot reach thee:
That lovely mind I dote on, not the body;
That mind has rob'd me of my liberty:
That mind has darken'd all my bravery,
And into poor despis'd things, turn'd my angers.
Receive me to your love Sir, and instruct me;
Receive me to your bed, and marry me;
I'll wait upon you, bless the hour I knew you.
Vir. Is this a new way?
Mart. If you doubt my faith.
First take your liberty; I'll make it perfect,
Or any thing within my power.
Vir. I love you;
But how to recompence your love with marriage?
Alas, I have a wife.