The lover from his mortal foe—the husband.
Give to the yawning husband your cold virtue;
But all your vigorous warmth, your melting sighs,
Your amorous murmurs, be your lover's part.
Alcm. I comprehend not what you mean, my lord;
But only love me still, and love me thus,
And think me such as best may please your thought.
Jup. There's mystery of love in all I say.—
Farewell; and when you see your husband next,
Think of your lover then.