Look you what I have from the loving king.
005 Ros. Madam, came nothing else along with that?
Prin. Nothing but this! yes, as much love in rhyme
As would be cramm’d up in a sheet of paper,
[008] Writ o’ both sides the leaf, margent and all,
That he was fain to seal on Cupid’s name.
010 Ros. That was the way to make his godhead wax,
[011] For he hath been five thousand years a boy.
[012] Kath. Ay, and a shrewd unhappy gallows too.
[013] Ros. You’ll ne’er be friends with him; a’ kill’d your sister.