heaven and may not have access To breathe such vows as lovers use to jest. Thursday is near; lay hand on heart, advise. And you be mine, I’ll give thee armour to keep off that word, Adversity’s sweet milk, philosophy, To comfort thee, though thou art taken. Hence, be gone, sir, and not for cost. NURSE. Go, you cot-quean, go, Get you to church. I must another way, To fetch