Con. What? What wouldst thou say? Oh speak!
Thou wouldst not leave me!
Raim. I have cast a cloud,
The shadow of dark thoughts and ruin’d fortunes,
O’er thy bright spirit. Haply, were I gone,
Thou wouldst resume thyself, and dwell once more
In the clear sunny light of youth and joy,
E’en as before we met—before we loved!
Con. This is but mockery. Well thou know’st thy love
Hath given me nobler being; made my heart