Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

A contract of eternal bond of love, Confirm'd by mutual joinder of your hands, Arrested by the holy close of lips, Strength'ned by the interchangement of your rings, And all the ceremony of this compact Seal'd in my function, by my testimony.

So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.

To pore upon a book, to seek the light of truth.

There is no sure foundation set on blood, No certain life achieved by others' death.

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

I'll be damned for never a king's son in Christendom.