“What would you have of me, then?”
“Only love. I know that it is an opinion much out of favour in the common custom, but it has always been my belief that true love is sufficient of and for anything. Indeed, that any love that is not sufficient also be not true.”
“It is not, nor has it ever been that simple!”
“You do me ill, madam, to imply so. For, in the implying, you deny the truth of all that I feel for you. More again, of all that I am. At love’s call I would bear all of fortune’s slings and arrows save one, that one being only your wish that I bear none in your name. Even in this I am undone, for guided as it is by Apollo it is the one whose aim I cannot escape.”