[After a contest.] For what am I but hers, to choose as she?
Who knows how far, beside, the light from her
May reach, and dwell with, what she looks upon?
Mel. [To the Prince.] Now to him, you!
Berth. [To Valence.] My friend acquaints you, sir,
The noise runs ...
Val.. —Prince, how fortunate are you,
Wedding her as you will, in spite of noise,
To show belief in love! Let her but love you,
All else you disregard! What else can be?