O call that night again; Pitch her with all her darkness round: then set me In some far desert, hemmed with mountain wolves To howl about me: This I would endure, And more, to cancel my obligements to him.

But, Madam, do you think it just to pay Your great Obligements by so false a way? Alcippus' Passion merits some return, And should that prove but an ingrateful scorn?