ROSALINE.
Is the fool sick?
BEROWNE.
Sick at the heart.
ROSALINE.
Alack, let it blood.
BEROWNE.
Would that do it good?
ROSALINE.
My physic says “ay”.
BEROWNE.
Will you prick’t with your eye?
ROSALINE.
Non point, with my knife.
BEROWNE.
Now, God save thy life.
ROSALINE.
And yours from long living.
BEROWNE.
I cannot stay thanksgiving.