Iphicles: “There is my bride”.
Hebe: “I declare to you that I love another; he’s the reason I want to wake up in the morning, embrace the day, if your sword wound him and his face was unrecognizable to me, I will love him. If his tongue was cut from his throat, and I hadn’t his voice to delight me, I would love him. And if you make only a memory of him, I would love him even more eternally. That’s what you have to look forward to”.