Possess yourself supremely of her life,—
You choose the single thing she will not grant;
Nay, very declaration of which choice
Will turn the scale and neutralize your work:
At best she will forgive you, if she can.
You think I 'll let you choose—her cousin's hand?
Nor. Wait. First, do you retain your old belief
The Queen is generous,—nay, is just?
Con. There, there!
So men make women love them, while they know