Sets all my thoughts on fire, and makes the world
A pent-up secret burning to be told.
Whose slave to be, I would roll Sisyphus’ stone;
Whom to clasp hands withal, I’d fight Apollyon;
For whom but to be Pythias, I would die.
JOHANNA
What amorous Platonics! Pythias?
Sure, Troilus were an apter choice. Well, sir,
Who is this paragon?
[Aside.]