My lord and husband, since thou hast my soul!
He.
Dear one, dost think thou art alone in this
Great overwhelming conflict of love’s might?
Dost think thou art dependent, and my right
Is subjugating thee? O sweet, the bliss
Of marriage lies beyond such talk as this!
True love is most dependent, and all right
Is yours as mine, since our supreme delight
Lies with each other; then let us not miss