140 It must appear in other ways than words,
Therefore I scant this breathing courtesy.
Gra. [To Nerissa] By yonder moon I swear you do me wrong;
In faith, I gave it to the judge’s clerk:
Would he were gelt that had it, for my part,
145 Since you do take it, love, so much at heart.
Por. A quarrel, ho, already! what’s the matter?
Gra. About a hoop of gold, a paltry ring
[148] That she did give me, whose posy was
For all the world like cutler’s poetry