That the first face of neither, on the start,
Can woman me unto't: where is my son, [I pray you]?
Sec. Gent. Madam, he's gone to serve the duke of Florence:
We met him thitherward; [for] thence we came,
And, after some dispatch in hand at court,
Thither we bend again.
Hel. Look on [his] letter, madam; here's my passport.
[[reads]] When thou canst get the ring [upon my] finger which never
shall come off, and show me a child begotten of thy body that
I am father to, then call me husband: but in such a 'then' I write a