Flor. What proof hast thou that I indeed am he
Whom thou hast loved so long?
Vav.I have thy word,
And had I not thy word, I have my heart
To tell me whom to seek and whom to shun.
Flor. Mistrust that little heart. It is not framed
To guide thee of itself. Like virgin gold
Untainted by alloy, it is too pure
For this rough-ready world of work-a-day!
I have a tale to tell. There was a knight