“WILLMORE: Nay, if we part so, let me die like a Bird upon a Bough, at the Sheriff's Charge. By Heaven, both the Indies shall not buy thee from me. I adore thy Humour and will marry thee, and we are so of one Humour, it must be a Bargain - give me thy Hand - [Kisses her hand.] And now let the blind ones (Love and Fortune) do their worst.”
“Before, I loved thee as a brother, John,But now, I do respect thee as my soul.”
“Excellent wretch! Perdition catch my soul But I do love thee! and when I love thee not, Chaos is come again.”
“The happy placeImparts to thee no happiness, no joy --Rather inflames thy torment, representingLost bliss, to thee no more communicable;So never more in Hell than when in Heaven.”
“I love thee for a heart that’s kind--not for the knowledge in thy mind.”