“Were the matter truly so, I should entertain a bad opinion of love; but I do not believe it, for I love my dear friend here, and I never conceal the truth from her.”
“But thou dost not love a man as thou lovest a woman.”
“Indeed one doth.”
“Not so, for thou dost not go to bed with a woman, but thou wilt with thy husband.”
“No matter—my love would be the same.”
“What? Thou wouldst not rather sleep with me than with M—M—?”
“Nay, in sooth, for thou art a man and would see me.”
“Thou dost not desire a man to see thee, then?”
“Nay.”
“Thou knowest that thou art ugly, then?”