Page 868 - Shakespeare - Vol. 3

Enter Bertram and Diana.

BERTRAM
They told me that your name was Fontybell.

DIANA
No, my good lord, Diana.

BERTRAM
Titled goddess,
And worth it, with addition! But, fair soul,
In your fine frame hath love no quality?

If the quick fire of youth light not your mind [5]
You are no maiden but a monument.
When you are dead you should be such a one

As you are now; for you are cold and stern,
And now you should be as your mother was
When your sweet self was got. [10]

DIANA
She then was honest.

BERTRAM
So should you be.

DIANA
No.

My mother did but duty, such, my lord,
As you owe to your wife.

BERTRAM
No more o’that!
I prithee do not strive against my vows.

I was compelled to her, but I love thee [15]
By love’s own sweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.