“Why should not one I love, say?”
Val. Heaven—this hope—
Oh, lady, you are filling me with fire!
Duch. Say this!—nor think I bid you cast aside
One touch of all the awe and reverence;
Nay, make her proud for once to heart’s content
That all this wealth of heart and soul’s her own!
Think you are all of this,—and, thinking it,
... (Obey!)
Val. I cannot choose.