And my integrity ne'er knew the crafts
That you do charge men with. Stand no more off,
But give thyself unto my sick [desires],
Who then recover: say thou art mine, and ever
My love as it begins shall so persever.
Dia. I see that men make [rope's] in such a scarre
That we'll forsake ourselves. Give me that ring.
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Ber. I'll lend it thee, my dear; but have no power
To give it from me.