His faith, his sweet disaster; with a world
Of [pretty], fond, adoptious christendoms,
That blinking Cupid gossips. Now shall [he—]
I know not what he shall. God send him well!
The court's a [learning place], and he is one—
Par. What one, i' faith?
Hel. That I wish well. 'Tis [pity—]
Hel. That wishing well had not a body in't,
Which might be felt; that we, [the] poorer born,