5 I tender to thy hand: all thy vexations
Were but my trials of thy love, and thou
Hast strangely stood the [test]: here, afore Heaven,
I ratify this my rich gift. O Ferdinand,
Do not smile at me that I boast her [off],
10 For thou shalt find she will outstrip all praise,
And make it halt behind her.
Fer.
I [do] believe it
Against an oracle.