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Sweet Mosby is the man that hath my heart;
And he usurps it, having nought but this--
That I am tied to him by marriage.
Love is a god, and marriage is but words;
And therefore Mosby’s title is the best.
Tush! Whether it be or no, he shall be mine
In spite of him, of Hymen, and of rites.
[...]
I know he loves me well, but dares not come
Because my husband is so jealous,
And these my narrow-prying neighbors blab,
Hinder our meetings when we would confer.
But if I live, that block shall be removed;
And Mosby, thou that comes to me by stealth,
Shalt neither fear the biting speech of men
Nor Arden’s looks. As surely shall he die
As I abhor him, and love only thee.

Anonymous, Arden of Faversham, Scene 1, ll. 98-104/133-141.