150 Upon a knife, ‘Love me, and leave me not.’
Ner. What talk you of the posy or the value?
[152] You swore to me, when I did give it you,
[153] That you would wear it till your hour of death,
And that it should lie with you in your grave:
155 Though not for me, yet for your vehement oaths,
You should have been respective, and have kept it.
[157] Gave it a judge’s clerk! no, God’s my judge,
[158] The clerk will ne’er wear hair on’s face that had it.
Gra. He will, an if he live to be a man.