Prince. Why, is it not enough to know she loves him?
You told me so: my mind made up to that,
Why should a foolish letter fright it back?
And yet—yet, what last spark of mortal love
But must flame up before it dies for ever
To learn but what that foolish letter said!
Know you?
Ar. I saw it.
Prince. You saw it! and what said it?
Ar. After a chaste confession of her love,