Jup. Hate not, the best and fairest of your kind!
Nor can you hate your lover, though you would:
Your tears, that fall so gently, are but grief:
There may be anger; but there must be love.
The dove, that murmurs at her mate's neglect,
But counterfeits a coyness, to be courted.
Alcm. Courtship from thee, and after such affronts!
Jup. Is this that everlasting love you vowed
Last night, when I was circled in your arms?
Remember what you swore.