A partner to thy bed, for worse or better,
Think what Sir Thomas felt, when his chaste wife
Brandish’d, before his eyes, the Friar’s letter!
He felt, Sir,—Zounds!—
Yes, Zounds! I say, Sir,—for it makes me swear—
More torture than he suffer’d from the wounds
He got among the French, in France;—
Not that I take upon me to advance
The knight was ever wounded there.