So, Michael, play the man, and do the generous act.
"And go; if not for my sake, go for hers.
You only want her with your sentiment.
You are water roughed by every wind that stirs,
One little gust will alter your intent
All ways, to every wind, and nothing meant,
Is your life's habit. Man, one takes a wife,
Not for a three months' fancy, but the whole of life.
"We have been friends, and so I speak you fair.
How will you bear her ill, or cross, or tired?