Ele. I know you will defend me.
Hen. Will defend thee!
Have I a life, a soule that in thy service
I would not wish expird! I doe but borrow
My selfe from thee.
Ele. Rather you put to Interest
And, for that principall you have credited
To Eleonora her heart is paid backe
As the iust Usury.
Hen. You undoe me, sweet, With too much love; if ere I marry thee I feare thou'lt kill me.
Ele. How?
Hen. With tendring me too much, my Eleonora; For in my conscience thou'lt extreamely love me, And extreames often kill.
Ele. There can be no extreme of love[21], sir.
Hen. Yes, but there may; and some say Jealousy Runs from the Sea, a rivolet but deducted From the mayne Channell.
Ele. This is a new language.
Hen. Have you not heard men have been killd with Joy?
Our griefe doth but contract the heart, & gladnesse
Dilate the same; and soo too much of eyther
Is hott i'th' fourth degree.