Persuader to the maidens of the isle
To banish all their lovers?
Deid.O Pyrrha, shame!
Man’s love is nothing; what knowst thou of it
To magnify its folly? ’Tis a mischief
To thwart our good: therefore I banish it.
A woman’s love may be as much to woman
As a man’s love can be. ’Tis reasonable
This, and no dream. ’Tis my experience.
When I am with thee, Pyrrha, I want nothing.