Tig.And yet saved not, if thou
Wilt throw it straight away, and with thy saviour’s.
Ner. Stay, I am resolved: I will not vex you further:
I yield. I know there is no man in the world,
Nor ever was, but hath his flaw: In some
’Tis a foul blot, that in the eye of nature
Stands out unpardonable and unredeemed
By all the school of virtues, howsoe’er
They dance in grace around it: In another
’Tis like a beauty-mark, a starry mole