Psy. That this is the happiness for which I long, and that if you refuse it to me …
Love. I have sworn it, I am no longer master of it; but you do not know what you ask. Leave me my secret. If I discover myself, I lose you and you me. The only remedy is for you to retract your words.
Psy. Is this my sovereign sway over you?
Love. Your power is unbounded, and I am wholly yours. But if our wooing has charms for you, lay no obstacle in the way of its pleasing continuance. Do not force me to flight. This would be the least misfortune which can happen to us from that wish which has seduced you.
Psy. My Lord, you now wish to test me; but I know how far I am to believe it. I pray you to let me know the measure of my glory, and no longer to conceal from me for what illustrious choice I have rejected the vows of so many kings.
Love. Do you will it so?
Psy. Suffer me to beseech you to it.
Love. If you knew what cruel misfortune you draw upon yourself by it….
Psy. My Lord, you fill me with despair.
Love. Think well on it; I can yet be silent.