I like you, lads.
i. ii, from 228.
And at the conclusion of the scene with Lady Anne we have the artist's enjoyment of his own masterpiece:
Was ever woman in this humour woo'd?
Was ever woman in this humour won?...
What! I, that kill'd her husband and his father,
To take her in her heart's extremest hate,
With curses in her mouth, tears in her eyes,
The bleeding witness of her hatred by;
Having God, her conscience, and these bars against me,