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 I fain would make amends to you. Rochester [placing his hand on his heart.] Ah me! Lady Frances.Indeed it is a duty. Rochester. What do I hear? Upon my passion you will deign to smile? Princess adorable, my heart o'erflows! [He tries to take  hand; she draws back. Lady Frances.No princess I.—God only is adored. You frighten me! [She starts to leave him. Rochester [detaining her by holding her dress. Frances, I conjure thee, Do not bid me adieu! Lady Frances. He calls me "thee"! [Approaching  with a sympathetic expression. I wonder, is his head a little touched? Rochester.Nay, but his heart. Lady Frances. Poor man! Rochester [aside.] 'Tis time to try The escalade. She seems to pity me, And love's not far.
 * [Aloud.] Oh! give me back my life!

Lady Frances. Yes, you should have a doctor. On my word, He's burning up with fever! Rochester. Soon 'twill be Four years that I have haunted your abode.
 * [Aside.

Sometimes a lie's of use. Lady Frances. What is your wish? Rochester. To die! Your eyes alone, which made the wound, Can cure it.