Spark. But how do you love her?
Har. With all my soul.
Alith. I thank him, methinks he speaks plain enough now.
Spark. [To Alithea.] You are out still.—But with what kind of love, Harcourt?
Har. With the best and the truest love in the world.
Spark. Look you there then, that is with no matrimonial love, I'm sure.
Alith. How's that? do you say matrimonial love is not best?
Spark. 'Gad, I went too far ere I was aware. But speak for thyself, Harcourt, you said you would not wrong me nor her.
Har. No, so, madam, e'en take him for Heaven's sake.
Spark. Look you there, madam.