So shalt thou put me to the proof, and know
If what I say accord with what I feel.
Doresta. Were my desire to bid thee serve quite clear,
Perchance thy offers would not be so prompt.
Boreas. O lady, look’ee, that’s downright abuse!
Doresta. Abuse? How’s that? Can words and ways so kind,
And full of courtesy, be called abuse?
Boreas. I’ve done.
I dare not speak. Your answers are so sharp,
They pierce my very bowels through and through.