MY BRIDE! WHAT BRIDE? I HAVE NO BRIDE!

TO LIVE, FOR ME, JANE, IS TO STAND ON A CRATER-CRUST WHICH MAY CRACK AND SPUE FIRE ANY DAY.
COME TO MY SIDE, JANE, AND LET US EXPLAIN AND UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER. I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and cannot return. BUT, JANE, I SUMMON YOU AS MY WIFE: IT IS YOU ONLY I INTEND TO MARRY. COME, JANE—COME HITHER. Your bride stands between us. MY BRIDE IS HERE, BECAUSE MY EQUAL IS HERE, AND MY LIKENESS. JANE, WILL YOU MARRY ME? DO YOU DOUBT ME, JANE? Entirely. YOU HAVE NO FAITH IN ME? Not a whit. AM I A LIAR IN YOUR EYES? LITTLE SCEPTIC, YOU SHALL BE CONVINCED. WHAT LOVE HAVE I FOR MISS INGRAM? NONE: AND THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT LOVE HAS SHE FOR ME? NONE: AS I HAVE TAKEN PAINS TO PROVE: I CAUSED A RUMOUR TO REACH HER THAT MY FORTUNE WAS NOT A THIRD OF WHAT WAS SUPPOSED, AND AFTER THAT I PRESENTED MYSELF TO SEE THE RESULT: IT WAS COLDNESS BOTH FROM HER AND HER MOTHER. I WOULD NOT—I COULD NOT—MARRY MISS INGRAM. YOU—YOU STRANGE, YOU ALMOST UNEARTHLY THING!—I LOVE AS MY OWN FLESH. YOU—POOR AND OBSCURE, AND SMALL AND PLAIN AS YOU ARE—I ENTREAT TO ACCEPT ME AS A HUSBAND.

COME TO MY SIDE, JANE, AND LET US EXPLAIN AND UNDERSTAND ONE ANOTHER.

I will never again come to your side: I am torn away now, and cannot return.

BUT, JANE, I SUMMON YOU AS MY WIFE: IT IS YOU ONLY I INTEND TO MARRY.

COME, JANE—COME HITHER.

Your bride stands between us.

MY BRIDE IS HERE, BECAUSE MY EQUAL IS HERE, AND MY LIKENESS. JANE, WILL YOU MARRY ME?

DO YOU DOUBT ME, JANE?

Entirely.

YOU HAVE NO FAITH IN ME?

Not a whit.

AM I A LIAR IN YOUR EYES? LITTLE SCEPTIC, YOU SHALL BE CONVINCED. WHAT LOVE HAVE I FOR MISS INGRAM? NONE: AND THAT YOU KNOW. WHAT LOVE HAS SHE FOR ME? NONE: AS I HAVE TAKEN PAINS TO PROVE: I CAUSED A RUMOUR TO REACH HER THAT MY FORTUNE WAS NOT A THIRD OF WHAT WAS SUPPOSED, AND AFTER THAT I PRESENTED MYSELF TO SEE THE RESULT: IT WAS COLDNESS BOTH FROM HER AND HER MOTHER. I WOULD NOT—I COULD NOT—MARRY MISS INGRAM. YOU—YOU STRANGE, YOU ALMOST UNEARTHLY THING!—I LOVE AS MY OWN FLESH. YOU—POOR AND OBSCURE, AND SMALL AND PLAIN AS YOU ARE—I ENTREAT TO ACCEPT ME AS A HUSBAND.

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