D.Ah, this were love,
If it were só.
R.Diana, it is so.
There is nought to-day in all the world but this,
I love thee.
D.Alas! how was I wrong! Sir, sir!
Thou bringst me, or at least thou seemst to bring me,
The gift of God. Whether it be so or no
How can I tell? ’Twould wrong it—nay I cannot
Take it in haste. I cannot. I understand.