I do not know, this moment, I should dare
Desire that you refused the world—and Cleves—
The sacrifice he asks.
Duch. Not love me, sir?
Val. He scarce affirmed it.
Duch. May not deeds affirm?
Val. What does he? ... Yes, yes, very much he does!
All the shame saved, he thinks, and sorrow saved—
Immitigable sorrow, so he thinks,—
Sorrow that 's deeper than we dream, perchance!