My spirit is true. This is no marrying bow.
’Twill prove our shame and death. Another take it.
I have done with it. We have all along been fooled;
Now more than ever. But if any yet
Hope for the lady, let him try the bow,
And then go woo another.
Ant.Think not, sir,
Because thy hands are white and delicate,
There be no men of sinew.
Eur.Peace, my lords!