_Har. Jun._ You must.

_Imb._ Leave me.

_Har. Jun._ I cannot.

_Isab._ I find I must be troubled with this idle talk some minutes
more, but 'tis your last.

_Har. Jun._ And therefore I'll improve it: Pray, resolve to make me
happy by your free consent. I do not love these half enjoyments, to
enervate my delights with using force, and neither give myself nor you
that full content, which two can never have, but where both join with
equal eagerness to bless each other.

_Isab._ Bless me, ye kind inhabitants of heaven, from hearing words
like these!

_Har. Jun._ You must do more than hear them. You know you were now
going to your bridal-bed. Call your own thoughts but to a strict
account, they'll tell you, all this day your fancy ran on nothing
else; 'tis but the same scene still you were to act; only the person
changed,--it may be for the better.

_Isab._ You dare not, sure, attempt this villany.

_Har. Jun._ Call not the act of love by that gross name; you'll give
it a much better when 'tis done, and woo me to a second.