"Dorante: Ah, my dear Lisette, what do I hear? Your words have such passion. They make me feel aglow. I love you, I respect you. There is no degree, no birth, no fortune that does not wither away before your love. I should be ashamed if I let the pride of my position fight against you. My heart and my hand are both yours."
Marivaux, Pierre. “The Game of Love and Chance.” New York: Penguin, 1980: 3-8. 364. Print.
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