I would, not so!—and would no more endure
This [wooden] slavery [than to] suffer
The flesh-fly blow my mouth. Hear my soul speak:
The very instant that I saw you, did
65 My heart fly to your service; there resides,
To make me slave to it; and for your sake
Am I this patient log-man.
Mir.
Do you love me?
Fer. O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,