L. Indeed, ere I consent to be your wife....

F. You have consented, Laura.

L.Nay, but hear me.

Before we marry, you must know a thing,

Which, since it might lessen your love for me,

Shall not be kept till after.

F.Then tell it quickly.

L. What you have said, and what I have to tell,

So dwarfs my little humble plant of love.

F. Tell it.