He must and will forsake me.
Overreach: How! I forsake thee!
Do I wear a sword for fashion? or is this arm
Shrunk up or wither’d? Does there live a man
Of that large list I have encounter’d with
Can truly say I e’er gave inch of ground
Not purchas’d with his blood that did oppose me?
Forsake thee when the thing is done! He dares not.
Give me but proof he has enjoy’d thy person,
Though all his captains, echoes to his will,