Control 's not for this lady; but her wish
To please me outstrips in its subtlety
My power of being pleased: herself creates
The want she means to satisfy. My heart
Prefers your suit to her as 't were its own.
Can I say more?
Mer. No more—thanks, thanks—no more!
Tresh. This matter then discussed ...
Mer. —We 'll waste no breath
On aught less precious. I 'm beneath the roof