Him in her private gallery you shall place
To court her; let his protestations be
Fashioned with rich jewels,[294] for in love
Great gifts and gold have the best tongue to move.
Let him not spare an oath without a jewel
To bind it fast: O, I know women’s hearts,
What stuff they are made of, my lord: gifts and giving
Will melt the chastest-seeming female living.
Lor. Indeed Andrea is but poor, though honourable;
His bounty among soldiers soaks him dry,