Your mind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be my treasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you, and not a strait waistcoat--your grasp, even in fury, would have a charm for me: if you flew at me as wildly as that woman did this morning, I should receive you in an embrace, at least as fond as it would be restrictive.
Aunque enloquecieses, aunque te lanzases sobre mí como esa mujer esta mañana, te recibiría con un abrazo. No me apartaría de ti con horror, como de ella, y nadie te cuidaría más que yo mismo.