You know how love is incompatible
With falsehood—purifies, assimilates
All other passions to itself.
Mel. Ay, sir:
But softly! Where, in the object we select,
Such love is, perchance, wanting?
Val. Then indeed,
What is it you can take?
Mel. Nay, ask the world!
Youth, beauty, virtue, an illustrious name,