Jasp. But yours, and only yours I am,
That's all I have to keep me from the statute;
You dare be constant still?
Luce. O fear me not.
In this I dare be better than a woman.
Nor shall his anger nor his offers move me,
Were they both equal to a prince's power.
Jasp. You know my rival?
Luce. Yes, and love him dearly,
E'en as I love an ague, or foul weather;