Which anger, I doe feare, hath crasd,
And viper like hath suckt away the bloud
That wont was to be cheerefull in this cheeke:
How pale yee looke! 190
M. Gou. Pale! can yee blame me for it? I tell you true,
An easie matter could not thus have moov'd me.
Well, this resignement, and so foorth—but, woman,
This fortnight shall I not forget yee for it.—
Ha, ha, I see that roughnes can doe somewhat! 195
I did not thinke, good faith, I could have set