For such a favour.
F.Favour! what a word
To an old friend!
R.Nay, do not misconstrue me.
F. I own I am jealous, Richard, of the time
We have lived apart. There was a touch of fear
Mixed with my joy, when you broke in upon me
This morning, that the ten years had not spared me.
You find me changed? Say, doth my countenance
Wear the smug livery of the world?