If you were not a woman, Altemire,
Or, being one, were some one else’s wife,
I’d take you there to-morrow!
Altem.But, my lord,
Why won’t you take me, being what I am?
Phan. Because, my wife, I don’t know what you are.
Altem. You know, at least, that I’m a faithful wife.
Phan. I think you’re more than faithful. I believe
You are a perfect woman, Altemire,
A pattern as a mother and a wife—