If she should love me, you would hate me.

'Tis better that this should not be the cause of breaking up our good intelligence, for I love you with affection and inclination.

I am resolved to marry her to my nephew the Prince of Conde, and to keep her near my family.

She will be the consolation and support of my old age into which I am now about to enter.

I shall give my nephew, who loves the chase a thousand times better than he does ladies, 100,000 livres a year, and I wish no other favour from her than her affection without making further pretensions." It was eight o'clock of a black winter's morning, and the tears as he spoke ran down the cheeks of the hero of Ivry and bedewed the face of the kneeling Bassompierre.
The courtly lover sighed and--obeyed.