Second Lord Till then I'll keep him dark and safely lock'd.
[Exeunt]
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL
ACT IV
SCENE II Florence. The Widow's house.
[Enter BERTRAM and DIANA]
BERTRAM They told me that your name was Fontibell.
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 quick fire of youth light not your mind,
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 stem;
And now you should be as your mother was
When your sweet self was got.
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 compell'd to her; but I love thee
By love's own sweet constraint, and will for ever
Do thee all rights of service.
DIANA Ay, so you serve us
Till we serve you; but when you have our roses,
You barely leave our thorns to prick ourselves
And mock us with our bareness.
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