"I know, alas! what I should do; I know That which a duteous daughter doth behove;
I know; but what avails it, if not so My reason moves me as my senses move;
If she retires before a stronger foe;
Nor can I of myself dispose, for Love;
Nor think how to dispose; so strict his sway;
Nor, saving as he dictates, do and say?