Anne. Alas, how then?
Fent.
Why, thou must be thyself.
He doth object I am too great of birth;
5 And that, my state being gall’d with my expense,
I seek to heal it only by his wealth:
[Besides these, other] bars he lays before me,—
My riots past, my wild societies;
And tells me ’tis a thing impossible
10 I should love thee but as a property.