[♦] Glou. Tush, that was in thy rage:
[♦] Speak it again, and, even with the word,
[190] That hand, which, for thy love, did kill thy love,
Shall, for thy love, kill a far truer love;
[♦] To both their deaths thou shalt be accessary.
[♦] Anne. I would I knew thy heart.
Glou. ’Tis figured in my tongue.
195 Anne. I fear me both are false.
[♦] Glou. Then never man was true.
Anne. Well, well, put up your sword.