Ism. And if I knew your name.
Ant. Antonio (Madam)
Ism. Antonio, take this kiss, 'tis you I am bound to.
Ant. And when I set ye free, may heaven forsake me, Ismena.
Ism. Yes, now I perceive ye love me,
You have learn'd my name.
Ant. Hear but some vows I make to ye:
Hear but the protestations of a true love.
Ism. No, no, not now: vows should be cheerful things,
Done in the cleerest light, and noblest testimony:
No vow, dear Sir, tie not my fair belief
To such strict terms: those men have broken credits,
Loose and dismembred faiths (my dear Antonio)
That splinter 'em with vows: am I not too bold?
Correct me when you please.
Ant. I had rather hear ye,
For so sweet Musick never stru[c]k mine ears yet:
Will you believe now?
Ism. Yes.
Ant. I am yours.