[160] Ner. Ay, if a woman live to be a man.
Gra. Now, by this hand, I gave it to a youth,
[162] A kind of boy, a little scrubbed boy,
No higher than thyself, the judge’s clerk,
A prating boy, that begg’d it as a fee:
165 I could not for my heart deny it him.
[166] Por. You were to blame, I must be plain with you,
To part so slightly with your wife’s first gift;
A thing stuck on with oaths upon your finger
[169] And so riveted with faith unto your flesh.