_Mar._ He that advances A foot beyond this comes upon my sword: You have had your ways, disturb not mine. _Timand._ Speak gently; Her fears may kill her else. _Mar._ Now Love inspire me! Still shall this canopy of envious night Obscure my suns of comfort? and those dainties Of purest white and red, which I take in at My greedy eyes, denied my famish'd senses?-- The organs of your hearing yet are open; And you infringe no vow, though you vouchsafe To give them warrant to convey unto Your understanding parts the story of A tortured and despairing lover, whom Not fortune but affection marks your slave:-- Shake not, best lady! for, believe 't, you are As far from danger as I am from force: All violence I shall offer tends no further Than to relate my sufferings, which I dare not Presume to do, till, by some gracious sign, You show you are pleased to hear me. _Timand._ If you are, Hold forth your right hand. [CLEORA _holds forth her right hand._ _Mar._ So, 'tis done; and I With my glad lips seal humbly on your robe My soul's thanks for the favour: I forbear To tell you who I am, what wealth, what honours I made exchange of, to become your servant: And though I knew worthy Leosthenes (For sure he must be worthy, for whose love You have endured so much) to be my rival, When rage and jealousy counsell'd me to kill him, Which then I could have done with much more ease, Than now, in fear to grieve you, I dare speak it, Love, seconded with duty, boldly told me The man I hated, fair Cleora favour'd; And that was his protection. [CLEORA _bows._ _Timand._ See, she bows Her head in sign of thankfulness.