Ferd. You've said enough, never to be denied, Were it my life; for you have far o'er-bid The price of all that human life is worth.
Mir. Sir, 'tis to love one for my sake, who, for His own, deserves all the respect which you Can ever pay him.
Ferd. You mean your father: Do not think his usage Can make me hate him; when he gave you being, He then did that, which cancelled all these wrongs.
Mir. I meant not him; for that was a request, Which, if you love, I should not need to urge.
Ferd. Is there another whom I ought to love; And love him for your sake?
Mir. Yes, such a one, Who, for his sweetness and his goodly shape, (If I, who am unskilled in forms, may judge) I think can scarce be equalled: 'Tis a youth, A stranger, too, as you are.
Ferd. Of such a graceful feature! and must I, For your sake, love him?
Mir. Yes, sir: Do you scruple To grant the first request I ever made? He's wholly unacquainted with the world, And wants your conversation. You should have Compassion on so mere a stranger.
Ferd. Those need compassion whom you discommend, Not whom you praise.
Mir. Come, you must love him for my sake:— You shall!