And mine, with my heart in't

Prince Ferdinand:

Full many a lady have I eyed with best regard. Many a time the harmony of their tongues hath into bondage brought my too diligent ear. For several virtues have I liked several women, never any with so full soul. But some defect in her did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed and put it to the foil. But you... O you, so perfect and so peerless, are created of every creature's best. Miranda:
I know only one more of my sex, no young woman's face remember, save from my glass, mine own. Nor have I seen more that I may call men than you, good friend. How features are abroad, I am skill-less of, but by my modesty, I would not wish any companion in the world but you. Nor can imagination form a shape, besides yourself, to the like of. But I prattle something too wildly. My mother's precepts I therein do forget. Prince Ferdinand:
I am in my condition a prince, Miranda. I do think a king. I would not so. Hear my soul speak. The very instant that I saw you did my heart fly to your service. There resides, to make me slave to it. And for your sake am I this patient log-man. Miranda:
Do you love me? Prince Ferdinand:
O heaven, O earth, bear witness to this sound. I beyond all limit of what else i' the world, do love, prize, honor you. Miranda:
I am a fool... to weep at what I am glad of. Prince Ferdinand:
Wherefore weep you? Miranda:
At mine unworthiness, which dare not offer what I desire to give, and much less take what I shall die to want. But this is trifling, and all the more it seeks to hide itself, the bigger bulk it shows. Hence, bashful cunning, and prompt me, plain and holy innocence. I am your wife, if you will marry me. If not, I'll die your maid. To be your fellow, you may deny me, but I'll be your servant, whether you will or no. Prince Ferdinand:
My mistress, dearest, and I thus humble ever. Miranda:
My husband, then? Prince Ferdinand:
Ay, with a heart as willing as bondage e'er of freedom. Here's my hand. Miranda:
And mine, with my heart in't