O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound,
And crown what I profess with kind event
If I speak true; if hollowly, invert
What best is boded me to mischief. I,
Beyond all limit of what else i' th' world,
Do love, prize, honor you.
I am a fool
To weep at what I am glad of.
Of two most rare affections. Heavens rain grace
On that which breeds between 'em! (3.1.81-91)