We must throw from us, when the heart would gather
Strength to fulfil its settled purposes;
Therefore, no more of love! But if to robe
This form in bridal ornaments—to smile
(I can smile yet) at thy gay feast, and stand
At th’ altar by thy side;—if this be deem’d
Enough, it shall be done.
Eri. My fortune’s star
Doth rule th’ ascendant still! (Apart.)—If not of love,
Then pardon, lady, that I speak of joy,