Viola.

And dost thou love me?
Lysander....

Love thee, Viola?
Do I not fly thee when my being drinks Light from thine eyes ?--that flight is all my answer! The Bride, Act ii.sc.

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The curtain meditations of the squire had not been without the produce of a resolve.

His warm heart at once reopened to the liking he had formerly conceived for Clifford; he longed for an opportunity to atone for his past unkindness, and to testify his present gratitude; moreover, he felt at once indignant at, and ashamed of, his late conduct in joining the popular, and, as he now fully believed, the causeless prepossession against his young friend, and before a more present and a stronger sentiment his habitual deference for his brother's counsels faded easily away.