Their hearts will follow; such a sudden passion
Can but have struck a shallow root—perhaps
Ere this had perish’d, had not rival pride
Between them blown it to this foolish height.
Cipr. Disdain is not the word then. Well, to seek,
What still as wide as ever from assent—
Could you but find it in your heart to feel
If but a hair’s-breadth less—say disesteem
For one than for another—
Just. No, no, no!