ORDELLA.
I do.
THIERRY.
And endless parting
With all we can call ours, with all our sweetness
With youth, strength, pleasure, people, time, nay reason!
For in the silent grave, no conversation,
No joyful tread of friends, no voice of lovers,
No careful father's counsel, nothing's heard,
Nor nothing is, but all oblivion,
Dust and an endless darkness: and dare you, woman,
Desire this place?
ORDELLA.
'Tis of all sleeps the sweetest:
Children begin it to us, strong men seek it
And kings from height of all their painted glories,
Fall, like spent exhalations, to this centre....
THIERRY.
Then you can suffer?
ORDELLA.
As willingly as say it.