But that it bear this trial, and last love;
Then, at the expiration of the year,
[793] Come challenge me, challenge me by these deserts,
And, by this virgin palm now kissing thine,
[795] I will be thine; and till that instant shut
My woeful self up in a mourning house,
Raining the tears of lamentation
For the remembrance of my father’s death.
If this thou do deny, let our hands part,
[800] Neither intitled in the other’s heart.