Duch. Then, kneel to her!
(Valence sinks on his knee.)
I dream!
Val. Have mercy! yours, unto the death,—
I have obeyed. Despise, and let me die!
Duch. Alas, sir, is it to be ever thus?
Even with you as with the world? I know
This morning’s service was no vulgar deed
Whose motive, once it dares avow itself,
Explains all done and infinitely more,