(Aside) There’s language in her eye, her cheek, her lip,
Nay, her foot speaks. (Aloud.) Be seated, miss.
Helena.—Thank you, sir. (Aside.) I know not why I love this youth.
Romeo.—
Helena, I love thee; by my life I do;
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not!
Helena.—Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say ay, and I will take thy word.
Romeo (takes chair).—
O happy fair!