 Come, soon as you can to my cloister. I've forgotten the feel of your hand. Soon, madam. No, I was going to give her a hand. Playful. Soon, madam, we shall walk in Cupid's Grove together. And we'll finally survey the promised land. Till then, till then, I am as I ever was and ever shall be. Yours, yours, yours, yours, yours. And Abigail says...