Mar. Bess, can’t you be serious?
Bess. I don’t know. Try me.
Mar. Bess, I love you.
Bess. A failure, Marcus. That pleases me.
Mar. And you are to be my wife?
Bess. Another, Marcus. That delights me.
Mar. Yes, Bess; I know my love is returned. For three years we have been all in all to each other; and now, Bess, I tell you I am unworthy of your love.
Bess. You, Marcus! Now, you surprise me!
Mar. You trust me fully? You would go with me to the altar hand in hand, beyond the altar to death itself——
Bess. To death itself, Marcus!