Although I can not tell thee whence proceeds
This strange, irrational belief in thee—
Thee, whom I hardly know.
Eth.Is that so strange?
I see no marvel!
Sel.Nay, my love, reflect,
I am a woman, and thou art a man;
Well, thou art comely—so, in truth, am I;
We meet and love each other—that’s to say,
I am prepared to give up all I have,