[♦] Glou. He lives that loves you better than he could.
Anne. Name him.
Glou. Plantagenet.
[♦] Anne. Why, that was he.
Glou. The selfsame name, but one of better nature.
[♦] Anne. Where is he?
[145] Glou. Here. [She spitteth at him.] Why dost thou spit at me?
Anne. Would it were mortal poison, for thy sake!
[♦] Glou. Never came poison from so sweet a place.
Anne. Never hung poison on a fouler toad.