Wife. Prythee, no more, I had rather be angry than flatter'd.
King. You have a wonder, master sheriff; a priceless jewel.
Steph. Many jewels, my good lord; a brother, wife, and child,
For this I would have strove even with a father:
Howe'er rough storms did in my brows appear,
Within my bosom it was always clear.
O. Fos. I give him to you now, sir.
Steph. I take him, and to him back do give
All that myself behind in 'state shall leave.
O. Fos. And all that you gave me, I do bestow;
So in one hour become full heir to two.
Brew. I claim a third by this bond's virtue; [Pointing to Jane.
See, as a father thou art heir to those.
Jane. I will not go to him, father, on any of these conditions.
Rob. You shall have love to boot too, sweet Jane.
Jane. Nay, an' you play booty, I dare not trust you.