For love being not returned is but half love;
In which imperfect state love’s pain or bliss
Cannot be known: to love and be beloved
Is the required condition. But when two hearts,
Encountering in this mortal maze, have knit
Their preordained espousals, and together
In moonlight meeting and sweet conference,
Signed the surrendering treaties of their love;
If fate, or circumstance, or other’s will
Should then oppose them, and thrust in to sever