Shape. Nor mark
On whom I laugh?
And. No.
Shape. Nor suspect my smiles,
My nods, my winks?
And. No, no.
Shape. Nor yet keep count
From any gallant's visit?
And. I'll ne'er reckon:
You shall do what you will.
Shape. You'll never set
Great chests and forms against my chamber-door;
Nor pin my smock unto your shirt a-nights,
For fear I should slip from you ere you wake?
And. As I do hope for day, I will not.
Shape. Give me
Some small pledge from you to assure your love;
If that you yet prove false, I may have something
To witness your inconstancy. I'll take
This little ruby—this small blushing stone
From your fair finger.
And. Take it, sweet. There is
A diamond in my band-string; if you have
A mind to that, I pray, make use of't too.