And tempt the rheumy[115] and unpurged air
To add unto his[116] sickness? No, my Brutus;
You have some sick offence within your mind,
Which by the right and virtue of my place
270I ought to know of: and, upon my knees,
I charm[117][118] you, by my once-commended beauty,
By all your vows of love and that great vow
Which did incorporate and make us one,
That you unfold to me, yourself, your half,
275Why you are heavy, and what men to-night