Rich. Plantagenet
An. Why that was he
Rich. The selfesame name, but one of better Nature
An. Where is he?
Rich. Heere:
Spits at him.
Why dost thou spit at me
An. Would it were mortall poyson, for thy sake
Rich. Neuer came poyson from so sweet a place
An. Neuer hung poyson on a fowler Toade.
Out of my sight, thou dost infect mine eyes
Rich. Thine eyes (sweet Lady) haue infected mine