_Abdelm._ That is, you know not how to love aright;
Or, if you did, you would more difference see
Betwixt our souls, than 'twixt our quality.
Mark, if his birth makes any difference,
If to his words it adds one grain of sense.
That duty, which his birth can make his due,
I'll pay, but it shall not be paid by you:
For, if a prince courts her whom I adore,
He is my rival, and a prince no more.

_Lyndar._ And when did I my power so far resign.
That you should regulate each look of mine?

_Abdelm._ Then, when you gave your love, you gave that power.

_Lyndar._ 'Twas during pleasure, 'tis revoked this hour.
Now, call me false, and rail on womankind,--
'Tis all the remedy you're like to find.

_Abdelm._ Yes, there's one more;
I'll hate you, and this visit is my last.

_Lyndar._ Do't, if you can; you know I hold you fast:
Yet, for your quiet, would you could resign
Your love, as easily as I do mine.

_Abdelm._ Furies and hell, how unconcerned she speaks!
With what indifference all her vows she breaks!
Curse on me, but she smiles!