Beneath me?
You are as far above me as a star, and it would seem as hard to reach.

Seek some other love?
I tell you, lady, that I have sought many, for not all are so hard to win, and I hate them every one.

You I desire alone, and shall desire till I be dead, aye, and you I will win or die.

No, I will not die till you are my own.

Have no fear, I will not kill your lover, save perhaps in fair fight; I will not force you to give yourself to me, should I find the chance, but with your own lips I will yet listen to you asking me to be your husband.