That I’ve no will that is not wholly thine;
That I’ve no thought, no hope, no enterprise
That does not own thee as its sovereign;
That I have life, that I may live for thee,
That I am thine—that thou and I are one!
What kind of love is that?
Pyg.A kind of love
That I shall run some risk in dealing with!
Gal. And why, Pygmalion?
Pyg.Such love as thine