And very willingly I go to see ’em,
(There’s no man willinger), and I can kiss ’em,
And make a shift—
Mirabel: But, if they chance to flout ye,
Or say, “Ye are too bold! Fie, sir, remember!
I pray, sit farther off—”
Belleur:’Tis true—I am humbled,
I am gone; I confess ingenuously, I am silenced;
The spirit of amber cannot force me answer.