Heaven is my witness, that, had you no dowry but your hand and heart, it were treasure enough to me.

You think you cannot love me.

Evelyn, you do not yet know yourself.

Alas! your retirement in this distant village, my own unceasing avocations, which chain me, like a slave, to the galley-oar of politics and power, have kept us separate.
You do not know me.

I am willing to hazard the experiment of that knowledge.