Wal monologue (Act 1) — The Saint's Tragedy

So--'tis well. Hear me, my Lord.--You think this dainty princess Too perfect for you, eh? That's well again; For that whose price after fruition falls May well too high be rated ere enjoyed-- In plain words,--if she looks an angel now, you will be better mated than you expected, when you find her--a woman. For flesh and blood she is, and that young blood,--whom her childish misusage and your brotherly love; her loneliness and your protection; her springing fancy and (for I may speak to you as a son) your beauty and knightly grace, have so bewitched, and as some say, degraded, that briefly, she loves you, and briefly, better, her few friends fear, than you love her.