"Know thou first, I love the maid I married; never man sighed truer breath; but that I see thee here, thou noble thing, more dances my rapt heart than when I first my wedded mistress saw bestride my threshold." Coriolanus, Act IV, Scene 5.
—and I have nightly since
Dreamt of encounters ‘twixt thyself and me;
We have been down together in my sleep,
Unbuckling helms, fisting each other’s throat,
And waked half dead with nothing.
I want you to know I did save you. Not when it counted, of course. But after that. Every night after that. I’d see it all again, do something different. Faster or more clever, you know? Dozens of times, lots of different ways …Every night I save you.