Fred. I hope I may love your mind, madam; I may love spiritually.
Hip. That's enough, that's enough: Let him love the mind without the body, if he can.
Asca. Ay, ay, when the love is once come so far, that spiritual mind will never leave pulling, and pulling, till it has drawn the beastly body after it.
Fred. Well, madam, since I must confess it,—though I expect to be laughed at, after my railing against love,—I do love you all over, both soul and body.
Asca. Lord, sir, what a tigress have you provoked! you may see she takes it to the death, that you have made this declaration.
Hip. I thought where all her anger was: Why do you not rail, madam? Why do you not banish him? the prince expects it; he has dealt honestly, he has told you his mind, and you may make your worst on't.
Luc. Because he does expect it, I am resolved, I'll neither satisfy him nor you: I will neither rail nor laugh: Let him make his worst of that, now.
Fred. If I understand you right, madam, I am happy beyond either my deserts or expectation.
Luc. You may give my words what interpretation you please, sir; I shall not envy you their meaning in the kindest sense. But we are near the jessamine walk, there we may talk with greater freedom, because 'tis farther from the house.
Fred. I wait you, madam. [Exeunt.