Cam. I haste to take possession of my own.
Vio. Ere heaven and holy vows have made it so?
Cam. Then witness, heaven, and all these twinkling stars—
Vio. Hold, hold, you are distempered with your love;
Time, place, and strong desires, now swear, not you.
Cam. Is not love love, without a priest and altars?
The temples are inanimate, and know not
What vows are made in them; the priest stands ready
For his hire, and cares not what hearts he couples;
Love alone is marriage.
Vio. I never will receive these midnight vows:
But when I come hereafter to your arms,
I'll bring you a sincere, full, perfect bliss;
Then you will thank me that I kept it so,
And trust my faith hereafter.
Lau. There is your destiny, lover mine: I am to be honest by infection; my lady will none, you see.
Aur. Truth is, they are a lost couple, unless they learn grace by our example. Come, shall we begin first, and shame them both?
[Takes her by the hand again.
Lau. You will never be warned of this hand, Benito.
Aur. Oh, it is so soft, as it were made on purpose to take hearts, and handle them without hurting! These taper fingers too, and even joints so supple, that methinks I mould them as they pass through mine: nay, in my conscience, though it be nonsense to say it, your hand feels white too.