Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
[208] What worser place can I beg in your love,—
And yet a place of high respect with me,—
[210] Than to be used as you use your dog?
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thee.
Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.
Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much,
215 To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;