The Love Sonnets of Proteus, Juliet, XXV: The same continued

Give me thy kiss, Juliet, give me thy kiss !
I with my body worship thee and vow
Such service to thy needs as man can do.
I ask no nobler servitude than this.
Am I not thine, the bondsman of thy love,
Whom thou hast bought and ransomed with a price,
And therefore worthy to be ranked above
The very stars that in the heavens move ?
And, Juliet, since I thus am one with you,
And kinglier than Plantagenet or Guelph,
What price were meet for my high mightiness ?
What gold of joy, what hope, what heavenly pelf
Hast thou to give ? Nay, sweetest, give thyself.