ILF. Kind mistress, as I protested, so again I vow,
I'faith, I love you.
SIS. And I am not, sir, so uncharitable,
To hate the man that loves me.
ILF. Love me then,
The which loves you as angels love good men;
Who wisheth them to live with them for ever,
In that high bliss, whom hell cannot dissever.
BUT. I'll steal away and leave them, as wise men do; Whom they would match, let them have leave to woo. [Exit BUTLER.
ILF. Mistress, I know your worth is beyond my desert; yet by my praising of your virtues, I would not have you, as women use to do, become proud.
SIS. None of my affections are pride's children, nor akin to them.
ILF. Can you love me then?
SIS. I can; for I love all the world, but am in love with none.
ILF. Yet be in love with me; let your affections
Combine with mine, and let our souls
Like turtles have a mutual sympathy,
Who love so well, that they die together.
Such is my life, who covets to expire,
If it should lose your love.
SIS. May I believe you?