O Rosalynde, thou must be pitiful,
For Rosader is young and beautiful.
ROSADER
Oh, gain more great than kingdoms or a crown!
ROSALYNDE
Oh, trust betrayed if Rosader abuse me.
ROSADER
First let the heavens conspire to pull me down
And heaven and earth as abject quite refuse me.
Let sorrows stream about my hateful bower,
And restless horror hatch within my breast:
Let beauty's eye afflict me with a lour,
Let deep despair pursue me without rest,
Ere Rosalynde my loyalty disprove,
Ere Rosalynde accuse me for unkind.
ROSALYNDE
Then Rosalynde will grace thee with her love
Then Rosalynde will have thee still in mind.