Amph. Not for ten thousand worlds, sir,
Whate'er you mean.
Duke. Know then, I have lov'd you
All this while, but seeing your hate so great to me,
I have dissembled scorn to you. [She swoons.
Why dost thou swoon, Amphelia?
Amph. Did not I hear some voice just now,
That said the duke does love me still?
Duke. Thou didst; 'twas he himself that said so.
Amph. If 'twere from heaven, good heaven, say it again!
Duke. 'Twas I myself, I tell thee—and I will
Ne'er speak another word, if that displease thee.
Amph. O, I am in heaven then, it seems, and 'tis
Some god that is telling me how the duke
Loved me still.
Duke. Dear Amphelia, 'tis I
That loves thee, tells thee so.
Amph. Hark, now there is a god that says he loves
Me too; blest god, I'm sorry if you do.
Since I have heard the duke does love me still,
He must be your rival, indeed I cannot
Help it. O, let me fly down to the earth
Again, only to hear him say he loves me.
I cannot promise when I shall return:
That very word from him would keep me there.
Duke. I must answer her no more: they say
'Twill keep 'em longer in a trance. [He rubs her.