Oh, lady, you are filling me with fire!

Duch. Say this!—nor think I bid you cast aside

One touch of all the awe and reverence;

Nay, make her proud for once to heart's content

That all this wealth of heart and soul's her own!

Think you are all of this,—and, thinking it,

... (Obey!)

Val. I cannot choose.

Duch. Then, kneel to her!

[Valence sinks on his knee.