[214] Even he that did uphold the very life
215 Of my dear friend. What should I say, sweet lady;
I was enforced to send it after him;
I was beset with shame and courtesy;
My honour would not let ingratitude
So much besmear it. Pardon me, good lady;
[220] For, by these blessed candles of the night,
Had you been there, I think you would have begg’d
[222] The ring of me to give the worthy doctor.
Por. Let not that doctor e’er come near my house: