When your sweet self was got.
Dia. She then was honest.
Ber. So should you be.
Dia. No:
My mother did but duty; such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.
Ber. No more [o'] that;
I prithee, do not [strive against my vows]:
I was compell'd to her; but I love thee
By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever