No woman sitting by her silly lover
Could take such pleasure from his flatteries
As I from thy speech. When thou lookest on me
I am all joy; and if ’tis so with thee,
Why need we argue? Tell me, when I am with thee
Dost thou lack aught, or wish I were a man?
Ach. In truth nay, but ...
Deid.A wretched but: I know
What that would say; this thing cannot be done
Because ’twas never done. But that’s with me