Prethee resolue me truly, I do long
Most infinitely.
Lor. Not a syllable more now,
And ’twould saue your life: not be-beleeu’d?
Le. Nay, sweet Loretta.
Troth, I doe beleeue thee.
Lor. Discredited?
I could fight with any liuing creature
In this quarrell ’tis so iust.
Le. Haue I deseru’d