But with a lingering dram, that should not work

[Maliciously like] poison: but I cannot

Believe this crack to be in my dread mistress,

[So] sovereignly being honourable.

[I have loved thee,]

Leon. Make that thy question, and go rot!

Dost think I am so muddy, so [unsettled],

To appoint myself in this [vexation; sully]

The purity and whiteness of my sheets,

Which to preserve is sleep, which being spotted