As words could make up vows: and, my good lord,
But Tuesday night last gone in’s garden-house
He knew me as a wife. As this is true,
Let me in safety raise me from my knees;
230 Or else for ever be confixed here,
A marble monument!
Ang.
I did but smile till now:
Now, good my lord, give me the scope of justice;
My patience here is touch’d. I do perceive