Julia. No more! I pray you, sir, no more!

Clif. I love you!

Julia. You mock me, sir!

Clif. Then is there no such thing
On earth as reverence; honour filial, the fear
Of kings, the awe of supreme heaven itself,
Are only shows and sounds that stand for nothing.
I love you!

Julia. You have known me scarce a minute!

Clif. Say but a moment, still I say I love you!
Love's not a flower that grows on the dull earth;
Springs by the calendar; must wait for the sun -
For rain;--matures by parts;--must take its time
To stem, to leaf, to bud, to blow. It owns
A richer soil, and boasts a quicker seed!
You look for it, and see it not; and lo!
E'en while you look, the peerless flower is up.
Consummate in the birth!

Julia. Is't fear I feel?
Why else should beat my heart? It can't be fear!
Something I needs must say. You're from the town;
How comes it, sir, you seek a country wife?
Methinks 'twill tax his wit to answer that.