To be a son?—Were he my friend or brother,
Could he be more complacent to my wish?
Should I not love him? bear him in my bosom!
Ah! his great kindness has so wrought upon me,
That it shall be the study of my life
To shun all follies, lest they give him pain.
But wherefore do I loiter here, and thus
Retard my marriage by my own delay?
—But I’ll in straight, that I may not retard
My marriage by my own delay.