[Ames-ace] for my life.
Hel. The honour, sir, that flames in your fair eyes,
Before I speak, too [threateningly] replies:
Love make your fortunes twenty times above
Her that so wishes and her humble love!
Sec. Lord. No better, if you please.
Hel. My wish receive,
Which great [Love] grant! and so, I take my leave.
Laf. Do [all they] deny her? [An] they were sons of
mine, I'd have them whipped; or I would send them [to]